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THE 



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AROENOT 




APRIL 1924 



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CONTENTS 

EDITORIAL STAFF 1 

EDITORIALS 1 

FOREWORD 1 

THE VALUE OF CLASS MEETINGS 1 

LITERARY DEPARTMENT 2 

"GOOD ENGLISH"— George Frederickson, '25 2 

"THE SAD HISTORY OF HELENA"— Myrtha Lindeburg, '25 . . .' . .2 

"A THRILL"— Eddie Abely, '26 5 

"IDLE DREAMS"— Bernard Cronan, '25 6 

"GOAT-GETTERS"— Kathryn Devens, '24 6 

"THE UMBRELLA THIEF"— Chester Bailey, '25 7 

"NIGHT"— Elizabeth Zurba, '24 9 

"CARELESSNESS"— Mary Wolfe, '25 9 

"WASHINGTON"— Chester Bailey, '25 10 

"SIR KENNETH DE BOVERLY' PAPER NO. VII— Maddison and Speele . . 10 

"BEING AN ONLY SISTER"— R. Lynch, '26 11 

"LOVER OF NATURE"— Edith McCready, '25 12 

"POWER"— John Jewett, '24 12 

"BEING A FLIVVER"— Walter Lappin, '26 13 

"THE ROOF-TREES OF OUR TOWN"— Barbara Howes, '24 14 

"THE HUMORIST"— Esther Sinclaire, '24 14 

"A SEA RACE"— Francis Johnson, '26 15 

"LUCK"— Grace Potter, '25 16 

"MY THOUGHTS"— Clement Riley, '25 17 

"THE TWO THIEVES"— Helen Gottberg, '24 17 

"BEING AN AMATEUR DETECTIVE"— Julius Perlmutter, '26 18 

"TRIALS OF AN ALARM CLOCK"— Harriet Gay, '24 . , 18 

"DUMB-BELLS"— Mary P. Balboni, '25 19 

"THE ATTACK"— Bella Fireman, '24 19 

"DREAMS"— Maurice Maher, '26 19 

"THROUGH FIRE AND SMOKE"— Joseph Moore, '26 19 

"WITH COMPLIMENTS TO AL"— Kathryn Devens, '24 21 

"A DEFENSE OF THE AMERICAN BOY OF THE PRESENT DAY"— Alice Russell 21 

"DREAM PROPHECY"— Harriet Gay, '24 22 

"KEEPING AN EYE OUT"— Dorothy Thompson 24 

"COLUMBUS"— Maurice Maher,'26 25 

JUNIOR HIGH DEPARTMENT 26 

"CEDRIC THE SAXON"— Doris Webber, '27 26 

"MY STORY OF THE CIVIC FIRE"— Ruth Davis 26 

"STUDY"— Marguerite Sheehan 27 

"HOME SWEET HOME"— Jane Waldheim, '27 27 

"THE LOOKING GLASS"— Francis Granahan, '27 28 

"IF" 28 

"A CITY STREET AT NOON"— Gunna Mattson, '27 28 

"RENAISSANCE"— Dan O'Connell, 9A 28 

"WINTER SPORTS"— Edmund Caine, '27 29 

"A PUPIL WRITING A COMPOSITION"— Edna Bateman, '27 29 

"WASHING DISHES"— Barbara Fseney, '26 29 

"THE ALARM CLOCK"— Joseph Breen, '26 29 

ATHLETIC DEPARTMENT . . 30, 31 

FOREIGN LANGUAGE DEPARTMENT 32-35 

ALUMNI CONTRIBUTIONS 35 

"A MORAL LAY"— Cecilia Eckholm, '23 35 

"DREAM"— Cecilia Eckholm, '23 36 

HISTORY DEPARTMENT 36, 37 

SCHOOL ACTIVITIES 37 

SENIOR CLASS NOTES 38 

JUNIOR CLASS NOTES 39 

SOPHOMORE CLASS NOTES 40 

ALUMNI NEWS 41 

EXCHANGE DEPARTMENT 42-43 

BASEBALL SCHEDULE FOR 1924 44 



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Graduates of the Norwood High School who have included algebra to quadratics 
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EARNINGS 

The earnings of the students for their services with co-operating firms vary from 
$250 to $600 per year. 

APPLICATION 

An application blank will be found inside the back cover of the catalog. Copies 
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CATALOG 

For a catalog or any further information in regard to the school, address 

CARL S. ELL, Dean 

School of Engineering, Northeastern University 

Boston 17, Mass. 



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®i|? Arrjurnnt 



VOL. 4 



APRIL, 1924 






EDITORIAL STAFF 



Editor-in-Chief 

BARBARA HOWES, '24 

LINDSAY CLEVELAND (Ass't), '24 

Business Managers 

ESTHER SINCLAIRE, '24— Chairman 
RUTH WATSON, '24 
BELLA FIREMAN, '24 
ERNEST MOLLOY, '2.5 
EDWIN DANIELS, '20 

Athletics 

CHARLES FLAHERTY, '24 

Exchange Editor 

MARGARET COSTELLO, '24 

Alumni Editor 

MARY ABELY, '21 



Class Editors 

KATHERINE FOSS, '24 
JOHN JEWETT, '24 
MYRTHA LINDEBURG, '25 
GRACE POTTER. '25 
FRANCES JOHNSTON', '20 
HENRY NEWMAN, '26 
Junior High Editors 

alma McCarthy, '27 
elizabeth mcglashen, '27 

School Activities 

HARRIET GAY, '24 
Faculty Advisers 

MISS BLAISDELL 

MISS JAMES 

MISS WILSON 



EDITORIALS 



CONSIDERABLY more than half of 
the school year has passed. To the 
undergraduates this is just one more 
year hurrying along to another June. To 
the Seniors it is our last year of high 
school life, and what are we making of 
it? It is true that first impressions are 
lasting, but it is likewise true that a 
splendid ending may do much to wipe 

out the memory of a poor beginning. 
* * * 

Last issue we thanked the advertisers 
for the financial success of our magazine. 
This time we wish to express our appre- 
ciation to the pupils who have been so 
kind about giving up their time in coming 
back to help get "Arguenot" material 
ready. 



The Value of Class Meettinigs 

'HE boys of today will be the men of 
tomorrow and it is not too early 



for them to look ahead and find out the 
duties of a real American citizen. Here 
in High School, the students have an 
excellent opportunity to learn a few 
things that a citizen should know. They 
are called upon to choose members of 
their class to serve as officers, or as 
members of various committees. They 
are supposed to exercise due care in the 
selection of them and choose only the 
persons best fitted for the special duties. 

All persons should go to class meetings 
and see that good representatives are 
chosen. They should elect pupils who 
represent their own courses and opinions, 
for each course should be well repre- 
sented so that class officers and com- 
mittees will be TRUE representatives of 
the class. 

Students should begin going to class 
meetings from the day the class is or- 
ganized and everyone should take an 
active part in class affairs. 

Every pupil who is chosen for an office 



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THE ARGUENOT 



should be willing to take the position and 
serve to the best of his ability. No one 
group should control the affairs of a class. 
Class meetings, as a whole, are an in- 
dispensable part of the social life of high 
school, and everything should be done 
to protect and improve this "important 
school for future citizens." 



Give your class a thought once in a 
while and do your best to boost its meet- 
ings, that they may be better and of 
more value. Also bear in mind that to 
act without thinking may get us into 
trouble, but to think without acting will 
- get us nowhere. 

Walter Woodman, '24. 




Good English 



^ I "'HERE are many people who think 
■*■ that it is an easy thing to write 
and to speak good English. There are 
others who think that if they have a 
fairly good idea of the language, they 
have accomplished what is wanted, and 
think no more about it. These people 
are mistaken. In fact, the English lan- 
guage is one of the most difficult languages 
to learn. Almost any foreigner can 
speak it "after a fashion," after being in 
the country for a short while; but to 
speak it correctly at all times is a differ- 
ent matter. If it were such an easy 
matter, students would not have to 



drill and study the subject from the first 
grade up to the day of graduation from 
high school and, after all this studying 
and drilling, they would not continue to 
make errors every day. 

As students we should try to overcome 
these errors that are made every day of 
our lives. We have been taught the 
correct way to write and to speak good 
English; now let's make use of this 
knowledge and show that we have 
profited somewhat by studying English 
for twelve years. 

George Frederickson, '25. 



Tine Said History of Helena 



PROLOGUE 
This is a story with a moral. Morals 
are no longer fashionable, I admit, but 



maybe one unimportant story can escape 
the stern eye of the public. 

The moral is — no matter how perfect 



THE A liC, r: KNOT 



you are, you have a vice and sooner or 

later this awful vice "will get you if you 

don't watch out." 

Helena's vice was "messing," and this 

proved her undoing, just as self-love, 

despotism and Lady Hamilton proved the 

undoing of Napoleon, Mcttcrnich and 

Nelson respectively. 

But on with the story — 
* * * 

Helena was not a modern girl; in fact, 
she was a very quiet, reserved girl. She 
could cook and sew and clean and iron 
and serve tea perfectly. She took lessons 
in elocution and could recite "Sheridan's 
Ride" as well as any professional, and 
she did not ignore her "ing's." She 
had never "stayed back" in school, and 
was now in her Senior year of high school 
and everyone expected great things of 
her, as loving relatives and friends have 
a way of doing. 

But Helena had a vice — messing. When 
she was very small, she had a passion 
for making mud pies, baiting fish hooks, 
and crushing fat, green tomato worms — 
just because it was messy. No one but 
Helena's mother and father knew of her 
tragic fault and these two were very 
careful that no one should. 

When Helena grew older, her mother 
slowly, carefully, trained her away from 
such atrocities as crushing worms and 
the only messing Helena was allowed to 
indulge in was baking, cooking and clean- 
ing the sink. And she was quite con- 
tented with her lot. 

Then, in her senior year, two import- 
ant, vastly important things took place 
in Helena's career. First, she took up 
Chemistry in school, and second, the 
Eighteenth Amendment became a law. 
But why were these two things so im- 
portant? That is the story — . Hear, 
hear — . 

Chemistry, as some of my readers 



know, i- a met 

And Eelena gloried in it! <\k- mis 

acids and elements and gases and i 

to her heart's content. Her instructor 

was delighted with her. Her technique 

was wonderful, he said, and her instinct 

knowledge of the subject amazing! 

Helena came into her own. She was 
written of in the papers as the "Adoles- 
cent Prodigy" and some prophesied 
that she would be the Stienmetz of the 
next generation. She became more nearly 
perfect than ever and her mother ac- 
tually boasted of Helena's ability to m 

The second important thing in He- 
lena's career, as I have said, was the 
Eighteenth Amendment. My readers are 
horrified! How could this affect a girl 
as proper as Helena? Hear, hear again. 

Helena's father was a plain, ordinary, 
respectable citizen, and so, like all other 
plain, ordinary, respectable citizens, after 
the declaration of the Volstead Act, he 
immediately began to home-brew. Be- 
fore the crisis he "never touched a drop," 
but when home-brewing became fashion- 
able, he took it up just as Helena's 
mother took up reed work. 

Now you understand. When Helena's 
father dabbled in the hobby of home- 
brew, Helena plunged into an orgy of 
messing, scientific messing. She read 
all the books that told how one could get 
the strongest possible kick out of the 
fewest possible raisins, and, suiting her 
actions to the printed word, she mixed 
and cooked and strained in the most 
soul-satisfying way. And the home of 
Helena became noted for its many guests. 

Then Helena came upon the idea of 
selling the results of her pastime instead 
of giving it to the neighbors or throwing 
it away. Helena's family waxed pros- 
perous and Helena was sent to a school of 
Chemistry where she wore an unbecom- 
ing rubber apron from dawn 'til dark. 



THE ARGUENOT 



After a few years of learning she came 
home again, and she in turn began to 
teach — scientific brewing. And as is 
often the case, she chose for her life work 
the play she liked best in her childhood — 
messing, slightly canonized. 

In the cellar of her large and luxurious 
home she held her daily classes. Here 
men — great men, important men — met 
every evening and a mere slip of a girl 
taught them all they wished to know 
and more besides. 

It was a very modern and beautiful 
cellar with white tiled walls, white ce- 
ment floor, great electric lights and elec- 
trically heated stoves. The walls were 
covered with shelves which were filled 
with an orderly array of jugs, bottles and 
crocks of every description. Large bas- 
kets full of dewy, delicious grapes stood 
waiting and great caldrons hung over 
the stoves. The room looked like 
any laboratory or modern restaurant 
kitchen. 

As soon as dusk fell, the men who were 
Helena's disciples would surreptitiously 
enter the cellar and in low whispers talk 
over the results of their various experi- 
ments. Then, the opening and closing 
of a door, a few light steps on the stair- 
way, and Helena would stand before 
them, immaculate in a white apron with 
her arms full of Bacchanalian books. She 
would coolly glance over her pupils thru 
her shell-rimmed spectacles, and, care- 
fully pronouncing her "ings," call the 
roll, and give them a brief lecture fol- 
lowed by enlightening and illustrative 
experiments. 

One evening Helena was unpleasantly 
surprised when she opened the cellar door. 
Her pupils were actually talking aloud, 
a thing she had strictly forbidden. Why, 
the banker from Idaho was screaming 
in a shrill, falsetto voice! What could 
be the matter? 



She hurried down the stairs, but her 
pupils were not silenced by her coming. 
Indeed, the uproar only increased, each 
one striving to drown out the other in 
his attempt to convey to her some vitally 
important information. 

Helena "ssh — ssh — sshed" very dis- 
approvingly, and when silence finally 
reigned, asked Mr. Williams, the hard- 
ware man, what was the cause of the 
disturbance. And, stuttering and splut- 
tering in his excitement, Mr. Williams 
told her — 

"Oh, Miss Helena, Miss Helena! The 
prohibition agents say they have finally 
reached the end — the end of their search 
for the source, the well, the spring of — 
intoxicating liquors in this section! They 
insist this is the house! Oh Miss Helena! 
They will forbid further lessons! Oh 
Miss Helena— Oh Miss—" 

"Ssh!" Miss Helena disapproved again. 
"Mr. Williams and gentlemen! You 
know we have had several such alarms 
before and they have proven false. Take 
your places, please, and we will resume 
the lesson." 

Inspired by the courage of their teacher, 
the pupils meekly took their places and 
the lecture was continued from the pre- 
ceding day. 

"As I have said before, the origin of 
the name Bacchus is a bit uncertain, but 
it is suspected that it originated from the 
phrase "drink goes back on you." Hence 
the name. The portraits of Bacchus 
are very untrue to life. He was not and 
is not the wild, unfettered, crude being 
the ancient masters pictured, but a jolly 
good fellow that — " 

"Ow — ow — ow!" Mr. Williams was 
galvanized into action and sound by the 
stealthy voices outside the nearest win- 
dow. "Ow — ow — ow!" Mr. Williams 
moaned again, causing Miss Helena's 
eyebrows to rise and contract angrily 



THE AROUENdT 



and making the banker from Idaho jump 
at least a foot. 

"Mr. Williams, come to order. Less 
noise. Mr. Williams what is the matter? 
Have you the D. TVs?" Miss Helena 
asked sarcastically. 

Mr. Williams' voice sank to a hoarse 
whisper — "The prohibition agents are 
outside! I'm absotive — er ; positively 
sure! Listen!" The room was deathly 
still, with the exception of the banker 
from Idaho's wheezy breathing. And 
sure enough, a faint thumping of feet 
and sibillant hiss of whispers reached the 
tense listeners. 

Helena walked majestically to the 
peep-hole in the secret door thru which 
her pupils entered, and peering out, 
looked directly into the badge of a de- 
tective! Majestic still, she walked back 
to her panic-stricken pupils, and gave 
her orders in a self-possessed voice, care- 
fully enunciating her "ings." 

"Mr. Williams, take the fruit upstairs 
into the pantry. You, you banker from 
Idaho, can do most by sitting still and 
keeping quiet. The rest, empty all 
bottles into the sinks! I will help — " 

A groan arose from the class. To 
waste all this — the fruit of weeks of 
labor! But Helena was firm. A crash 
on the door perceptibly hastened her 
pupils' actions. 

Corks began to pop as in a Paris cafe 
on New Year's Eve. Quarts and gallons 
of golden and purple liquid were poured 
away. 

And meanwhile, the voice of the sheriff 



outside demanded and re-demanded en- 
trance. Bui Helena .-imply uncorked 
bottle upon bottle as tho' she did not 
hear the summons of the law. Then, 
the dull thud of flesh against wood wan 
heard as the detectives battered the door. 
One panel gave way; another! And still 
Helena and her followers worked f 
ishly on! Then as another panel of the 
door crashed in, Helena gave the order, 
"Every man for himself!" As the men 
paused, dubious, she said collectedly 
that she would be with them directly, 
and, following their strongest instinct, 
they fled. 

Only six bottles were left. Deftly 
Helena uncorked and poured away the 
contents of four. Two left! One! But 
the cork of the last bottle held fast. 
Helena pulled and tugged, but of no 
avail! Finally, under terrible nervous 
tension and because of the ever-yielding 
door, she resorted to an unsanitary and 
unhygienic way of removing the cork. 
She bit into it, hard, and pulled! A 
hollow pop was heard. Mechanically 
Helena poured out the liquid and then 
stood swaying as the door finally gave 
way and the detectives rushed into the 
room. Amazed they looked at her! 
Before their very eyes her face grew pink, 
red, purple, green, blue and then, with a 
soft, slipping sound she fell dead at their 
feet! The cork of the last bottle had 
been forced down into her throat, and 
she died the terrible death of asphyxia- 
tion! She had fallen victim to her vice! 
Myrtha Lindebeeg, "2o. 



A Thrill 



I SAT in a small dory on the edge of 
that horrible Sargasso Sea. The 
sailing boat on which I was a passenger 
was anchored a good half mile away. 



The dead calm which had been upon us 
had not lifted, so I had rowed out in this 
small boat to see if I could get a thrill. 
I gazed upon a huge mass of decaying 



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THE ARGUENOT 



vegetation and crustaceans. There were 
all kinds of green and yellow vegetation, 
crabs, petty and great; clinging shells 
out of which strange forms peered; 
snakes in abundant quantity, of every 
size, shape, color, and species. The all- 
round appearance gave it a look of a huge 
island of weeds crammed with decaying 
water life. 

I rowed up an open lane in that de- 
testable sea for a distance of one hundred 
feet. I was lazily studying the horrors 
when to my dismay I found that another 
clot of weeds had filled up the lane. I 
could not row out of it and to try to walk 
on it would be suicidal. I was wondering 
what I could do. I could not signai 
the ship, for it was too far away. The 



sun was beating down upon my head, 
when a dreadful thing happened. 

Four great shiny and wart-covered 
arms rose out of the dreadful mass of 
dying life. They encircled the small boat 
and I saw as they came nearer huge 
sucking disks on the dorsal side. 

They came closer, I shivered, my knees 
shook, and I began to repent of all things 
of which I had made a failure. What a 
great deal we can think of in a short 
period of time. The horrible arms came 
closer and closer, when all of a sudden: 

"Eddie, get right up now, or j^ou will 
be late." 

(Silence.) 

"Aw! Why can't they let Us finish a 
dream once in a while," says Eddie. 

Eddie Abely, '26. 



Idle Dreaimg 



If I were a multi-millionaire, 

And dollars meant nothing to me, 

I'd buy me an old-fashioned castle 
On the shores of a rock-bound sea. 



For breakfast I'd have a shrimp salad, 
And a fricasseed chicken or two. 

My butler would then sing a ballad 
On the "Rescue of Durgan McCrue." 



All by myself in seclusion, 

Away from the wealth-seeking mobs, 
I'd sit with my head out a window, 

And hail all the sea-going "gobs." 



And now as I sit in reflection, 

And drink of my granddaddy's ale, 

I think of myself as God made me, 
A withered old man without "kale.' 



Now as I feel the glow of my fire 

And my mind turns around to compare 
The life that I live with the life of the rich, 

I'm glad that I'm no millionaire. 

Bernard Cronan, 



'25. 



*■ * I ''HE world is made up of a number 

■*■ of things" — and persons. There 

is the person of refinement, the man of 

large affairs, the student, the scholar, 



the scientist, the social butterfly, the 
common, ordinary person and many, many 
others of whom we hear day after day, 
week after week, but who mean so little 



TJI E ARGD ENOT 



to us that they arc recognizable only at 
the suggestion of others. 

Yet there is another class — to me a very 
important one which, I think, will strike 
a sympathetic chord in the minds and 
hearts of all who read, one which is 
recruited from all the walks of life. It 
has no definite occupation, it knows no 
class distinction, it boasts no specific 
nationality or religious cult. We find 
its members everywhere — anywhere, and 
we recognize them easily as belonging to 
this group. "We catalog them as "Goat- 
Getters." 

One of the most common type of goat- 
getters is the chronic whistler. We find 
him in street cars, trains, libraries, 
theaters, stores, and sometimes, I regret 
to say, even in churches. Who is there 
among us who has not felt in church, 
as the first peals of the organ boomed forth, 
a soft damp breeze upon the back of his 
neck and heard the accompanying soft 
sound? He needs not turn around to 
know that behind him is the worst pest 
of all, the chronic whistler. 

Then there is another — familiar to 
most ladies — the sweet, dainty thing 
who puts forth a moist hand and coos 
softly "How do you do?" when one knows 
that she is one's enemy, socially and 
otherwise. 

I think that there is a class which 
balances this, however. That is the 
person who comes up behind one (prefer- 
ably after a good sunburn) claps him 
forcibly on the shoulder and lustily 
shouts, "Howaya?" These two classes 



I should do away with, genth 

But I think the type with which 
as members of this school, ai 
familiar is the Traffic ( log. To me, I 
group arouses the supposedly dormant, 
primitive instinct to kill on sight that 
which displeases me. Whal a common 
thing it is to find, when one is in a hurry, 
a group of four or five pupils abreast on 
the stairs sauntering aimlessly along, 
discussing tonight's party or la«t night's 
dance, regardless of the fact that it us 
time for the last bell to ring. How often 
do we try to enter the Study-Hall door to 
find it blocked by two or three vacillating 
individuals who seem to be unable to 
decide where to go or when. This type 
also should be exterminated on sight, as 
its erring ways seem so ingrained that 
to correct them is a hopeless task. 

There are others without number. 
You know of someone now whom you 
would like to correct. Perhaps it is the 
bothersome bore, w r ho simply will not 
be entertained. Perhaps it is the over- 
religious pest (who usually is bus}' when 
the collection plate comes around . 
Perhaps it is the intellectual crank who 
insists on asking foolish questions. Per- 
haps it is I with my feeble attempt to 
correct human nature; yet, please re- 
member, as it is human nature to do as 
one pleases, regardless of that oldest and 
most beautiful of all laws, the Golden 
Rule, so it is human nature to complain 
of things around and about one. regard- 
less of the fact that it does no good. So 
I am only being human, after all. 

Kathryx Devexs. '24. 



I 



Tine Umbrella Tlaief 

T was a warm summer night. The ments seemed to rise almost immediately 
rain falling on the hot, crowded pave- again in the form of steam. The air 



THE ARGUENOT 



was filled with the reek of wet, clammy 
clothing, and other odors well known to 
overcrowded city districts. 

A man stepped from the dark door- 
way of his abode, which was located in 
the heart of the Latin district of New York 
City. He carefully threaded his way up 
town, among the seething throng of 
hurrying pedestrians. He entered an 
uptown restaurant and leisurely seated 
himself at a table, after hanging his coat 
on a hook by his side. 

He was not more than twenty-six 
years old. He was of a sallow complex- 
ion, of medium height, well built and 
well dressed. His features were regular 
and his eyes were distinctly Latin, dark 
and brilliant. There was a laugh in 
them — a laugh that might easily become a 
threat. 

He glanced casually around, observing 
everything and everybody in general. 
His dark eyes brightened as he noticed a 
dark green silk umbrella resting lightly 
against the table just in front of him. 

"Ah, another ten dollars for yours 
truly, if my eyes do not deceive me," 
said the man to himself. "I must have 
that beauty." 

Ten minutes passed. Then the man 
rose, put on his long black coat, and 
started to leave the restaurant. As he 
passed the table on which the umbrella 
was resting, a coin slipped from his 
pocket and dropped very close to the 
umbrella. When he stopped to pick up 
the coin, he opened his coat, which was a 
size too large for him, It dropped over 
the umbrella. A hook which hung from 
his vest pocket, was slipped through the 
handle of the umbrella, and when he rose 
from his stooping posture, the umbrella 
was safely hidden from view under his 
long coat. 

He sauntered out of the restaurant 
and down the street with an unconcerned 



air. He did not go directly to his rooms, 
but wandered about the park for awhile. 
At last he turned his footsteps toward 
his apartment. The door opened into 
his room from the hall, on well-oiled 
hinges. When safely in his room, he 
took the umbrella from its snug hiding 
place, and felt of the silk with his long 
tapering fingers. 

"Ah, a fine piece of business," said the 
man aloud. 

He took a pair of long sharp scissors 
from a drawer, and started to take the 
cover from the frame. After a half hour 
of steady work, the cover lay free on the 
table. He opened another drawer and 
took out a large pile of covers, somewhat 
similar to the one he had just taken from 
the frame. He rolled all the covers up 
in a small bundle, put on his coat and 
hat, and left the room, taking the bundle 
with him. This time he did not go up 
town, but down into the east side slums. 
At last he arrived at his destination — a 
Chinese gambling joint. He glanced up 
and down the street and seeing nothing 
to arouse his suspicion, went into the 
building. 

"Is Wang Chow around?" he asked 
one of the Chinese waiters. 

"Him out backee," responded the 
waiter, recognizing the man as a steady 
customer. The man passed through sev- 
eral passageways, before he came upon 
the person he wished to see. After giving 
the countersign, he was admitted to 
Wang Chow's office. The Chinese mer- 
chant greeted him with a fat greasy 
smile and said in broken English, "Be 
seated my friend." 

"I have those silk covers that you said 
you wished to see. They are the best 
yet. They ought to be worth five h.un- 
dred to you." 

The man opened the bundle and shoved 
it across the table to the Chinaman. 



T II E ARGUE \ OT 






The man clapped hie hands twice and 

another Chinaman entered. 

"Take those covers and see how 
much they are worth," instructed the 
Chinese merchant. 

The second Chinaman took the covers 
two floors below, where a Chinese chemist 
had his shop. 

"I have been bringing you silk covers 
now, going on six months, and as yet I 
haven't the slightest idea as to what 
you do with them. Would you mind 
telling me just what happens to them?" 

"You're my friend. I'll tell you," re- 
sponded the Chinaman. 

The merchant told him that he had a 
Chinese chemist working for him, who 
had discovered a new method by which 
silk could be separated from any thing- 
else, without harming the silk. The silk 
obtained from the coverings was made 
into one continuous roll. 



"Why don't 

( ihina, like the rest of your fellow 
chantmen?" questioned the man, 

"I do not li y the he 

answered the Chinese merchant. 
call from the waiter, he lefl the room. 

The man walked about the room look* 
ing in vain for a match with which to 
lighl his pipe. While searching thus, he 
noticed a piece of sheepskin tucked be- 
hind a highly den ' 'uriou-ly 
he pulled it out from behind ;!, 
proceeded to look into its contents. The 
skin was covered with figures and various 
chemical equations. He instantly put 
the skin into his pocket, and continued his 
hunt for matches. The Chinese mer- 
chant returned just in time to see the 
man putting the skin that contained his 
secret formula into his pocket. 

It is needless to say that the man never 
left the place alive. 

Chester Bailey. '2">. 



Fast fell the curtain of darkness 
Upon the village small, 
As a gentle summer breeze 
Bade good-night to all. 



Night 



It blew in the open windows, 
Making slumber sweet; 
Then hurriedly went out again. 
And continued down the street. 



Then the Lady Moon appeared, 
With her star children bright,. 
And with her rays illumined 
The traveller's path that night. 



Elizabeth Zurba. '24. 



(Carelessness 



EVERY newspaper has a "lost and 
found" department. If people could 
stop being careless, this space might be 
used for other things which might have 
more value than a column of names of 



articles which someone has carelessly 

mislaid. Of course, one must pay for the 
privilege of having a notice inserted there. 
so that that column is at least self-sup- 
porting. 



10 



THE ARGUENOT 



Now, if you will turn your attention 
to the school, you will find here a special 
place to which found articles are sup- 
posed to be brought. Having lost a 
book, a pupil hurries to this place or 
department and inquires as to whether 
or not his books have been returned. If 
he finds the book is not there, he is 
worried, the office girl is worried, and the 
teacher of the subject in which the book is 
used is worried. Here are three people, 
all agitated by the carelessness of one 
person. He leaves his books wherever 



he may be, when his attention is attracted 
by other things. His carelessness causes 
him anxiety, and makes his teachers 
skeptical as to his right-mindedness; for 
what good is an English book, when it is 
left in French? And what good is a 
head which allows the book to stray there? 
Take these facts into consideration, 
pupils of the Norwood High School, and 
try to eliminate, by your carefulness, all 
the need of a "lost and found" depart- 
ment in our school. 

Mary Wolfe, '25. 



Washington 

Once when the rights of our colonies were 

threatened 
By the tyranny of a king, 
And none with guiding hand could be 

found 
To pilot the Ship of State 
Safely through the impending peril, 
Came a Southern nobleman 
To take the helm, 
And Washington was the "Lord of his 

event." 

Chester Bailey, '25. 



Sir Keiniinietttii KDe JBoverly 

PAPER NO. VII 

Will Sir Kenneth Obtain his Electric Railway? 



44TTTORK," propounded Sir Ken- 
▼ ▼ neth the other day at the club, 
"work, as my dear friend Mr. Edison 
believes, is the greatest philosophy of 
life." 

The club members looked at each other 
a little puzzled as Sir Kenneth is not a 
noted laborer. 

"Of the mind or the body, equally 
beneficial," added Sir Kenneth. "I be- 
lieve in rolling up the real or mental 



sleeves and digging in for a clear and 
definite purpose. Now these bright- 
colored youngsters around here — they 
seem drifting along in too carefree a 
manner, no object in view. 

Sir Blondy, practising a new dance 
step by himself to the music of the 
Victrola, would ordinarily have smiled 
cynically and kept quiet, but on this 
occasion, he stopped the music and sat 
down opposite Sir Kenneth. 



Til j^; aimii i. N 01 



11 



"We have a purpose, more or [ess clear 
and definite," he said. "We roll up our 

mental sleeves and pull down our physical 
ones and proceed to get a good deal mor< 
enjoyment out of things than you and 
your sisters did at our age. We kick off 
your little shackles and perhaps the 
sports and dancing we exercise with will 
keep the rheumatism away later on. 
Then in the back of our minds we may 
have a few ideas for the future and, 
listen here, Sir Kenneth, we'll dig in 
until they materialize, just as our ideas 
generally do at the present. By the 
way, what was it you said your clear and 
definite purpose for grueling work was 
at present?" 

"Ahem, ah, er, I didn't say but, of 
course," Sir Kenneth paused and finally 
his face lightened up and he heaved a 
sigh of relief. "No, I didn't say, but I 
recently discovered the plan in my mind 
for an electric railway between here and 
Westwoodshire." 

"A plan, I fear, a mere plan," inter- 
posed one of the Club members. 

"Things are not always what they 
seem," answered Sir Kenneth lightly as 
he called for his coat. 

I followed him as he had invited me 
out to his estate for the week-end. He 
hailed a taxi and we went to the station. 



A- I 'I in :i pr< 

I live chiefly 

general; bul h wat impossible for n 
retain I hie capac 
coal-gas. I choked as much 
Kenneth and Loaf my wondi 
Hon of an electric rail* 

Tin- train had ha 
Kenneth suddenly smofc I if 
his palm and confided to all who might 
be listening thai we w< 
York on the earliesl train. I •■• 
dazed by the suddenness of it all. but 
Sir Kenneth hustled me off the train at 
Back Bay Station where we choked a bit 
more until we go1 upstairs when 
trains aren't. Sir Kenneth bought the 
tickets and called up his servants 
Westwoodshire. went out and bought a 
toothbrush and before long we were on 
our way. 

Sir Kenneth was very jolly anil inter- 
esting and we stayed up and hobnobbed 
the whole journey. 

We arrived at New York, went up t-he 
Woolworth building and returned home. 

Sir Kenneth explained the sudden 
journey by the desire for a ride on an 
electric train. 

I am afraid the poor fellow has a plan 
up his sleeve that will be impossible to 
materialize. 

Madison and Speele. 



Being am 

UOAY, did you see 'Baseball Joe' 
^ anywhere?" came the voice of my 
3^ounger brother from the living room. 
"I can't find it in the bookcase." 

This, when translated, means, "Come 
and find it, please." I arose with a sigh 
and went in search of the missing book 
which was soon found. It was always 
the way. Just as I would reach the mid- 



Only Sister 



die of an interesting chanter of my book, 
someone was sure to call from some other 
region of the house to look for a lost collar 
button, or something else. 

If there was to be a meeting down in 
the old shack back in the woods it was 
always Sister who was depended upon to 
furnish the sandwiches. 

Sister didn't mind if they borrowed her 



12 



THE ARGUENOT 



skiis. Sister just loved to sew on but- 
tons that would come off at that last 
minute. What a pleasure it was to make 
lunches for the "Pioneer Club" when 
it was a perfect day for skating; at least 
that is what they thought. 

However, in the summer, it was great 
fun to have swimming races and diving 
contests with "Let" and Harry. In fact 
it was much more fun than I would have 
had with the girls. Therefore, I was 



always sorry when summer was over, and 
no more swimming for another year. 

I often wonder if other sisters are like 
me; if they also have as many things 
to do which seem monstrous at the time 
being, but trifles afterward; and if they 
say to themselves that they should be 
glad that they have brothers or that they 
should be glad that they haven't any 
more. 

R. Lynch, '26. 



Lover of Natare 

Spring with all her fancies bringing the And all the year, old Nature is every bring- 

daffodils— ingme, 

Summer clothing in verdant the distant Glorious tales, all unheard of, whispering 

shining hills— o'er the Sea; 

Fall, with all her glories, telling her And it may be spring and autumn or 

stories abroad— any of the rest, 

Winter with all her magic, breathing not And fain can I whisper to her, the one I 

a word. love the best. 

Edith McCready, '25. 



IN his cozy armchair, George Hunny- 
well Quimby sat musing. Outside, 
the storm was at its height. The rain 
lashed at the windows, the wind howled 
through the large elm trees in front of the 
Quimby mansion, the thunder roared and 
rumbled in the heavens above. Occa- 
sional flashes of lightning lit up the in- 
terior of the den, for the flicker of the 
fast dying fire was too small to light the 
room. Over the fireplace was a picture 
of George's grandfather, captain of com- 
pany G of the first Wisconsin volunteers. 
It was this picture that held George's 
attention. George had never seen his 
grandfather, but he had been told about 
him by his father. At present George 
was thinking of the story of his grand- 
father's peculiar sense of foretelling 



danger. It was said that one day in 
battle, Captain Quimby had advanced 
far into the confederate territory and had 
become separated from his regiment. 
Suddenly from out of a shell hole, a 
man appeared behind him with sword 
upraised ready to strike. Captain Quimby 
stopped, and just at the moment when 
the sword would have struck him, he 
dodged sideways. The dazed soldier lost 
his balance and fell, piercing himself 
with his own weapon. 

While George was thinking of this 
story, something in the eyes of his 
grandfather caught his attention. To 
George, they seemed to open wide with 
fear, when suddenly an intense flash of 
lightning followed almost simultaneously 
with a crash and roar of thunder. But 



TJI E ARGI3 I. X OT 



13 



above the crash and rumble there rose a 
yell of agony. George was rooted to his 
chair by this awful scream, his eyes still 
on the picture. But now the eyes of his 
grandfather seemed to point to the win- 
dow. Unconsciously George turned 
toward the window, his face drawn with 
fear. What he saw between the inter- 
vals of darkness made him shudder; 
but soon he recovered himself enough to 
go out and investigate more closely the 
hideous sight that confronted him. 

There, burned and disfigured by the 
lightning bolt, was the body of a man. 
His face was a mask of agony and in his 
eyes was the look of a person being pur- 
sued. George picked up the body and 
carried it into the house. Then he noti- 
fied the police. Soon two officers, soaked 
to the skin, came in, followed by an equally 
wet secret service agent. The three 
officers of the law approached the lounge 
where George had placed the body. As 
the agent neared it, an exclamation es- 
caped him. Then he said, speaking to 
the dead man : 

"John Laughlin, you played your 
game and lost; but you lost only to 
nature. You won with human beings. 
Your powers were great but your own 
vanity led you astray and you used your 
powers the wrong way. You might have 
been the world's greatest scientist and 
philosopher, had you used your talents 
to build the world instead of to destroy it. 
Only one lie have you ever uttered and 
that was — T am more powerful than 
Nature' — but tonight Nature has proved 
her superiority." 



The other men listened with 
in' ni. There facing them, he told tin 

t In- -lory: 

"Twenty years ago, John Laughlin 
graduated from the Mae In- 

,-tit ute of Technology, a m istei i 
trician. In college his teachers and pro- 
fessors were astonished at hi£ wonderful 
ability. They marvelled at his 
ments and predicted a great future- for 
him. 

"But like all men, Laughlin had his 
faults and the greatest of his was vanity. 
He imagined himself supreme wizard of 
the world. His imagination carried him 
to destruction. To gain the recognition 
of power, it was necessary, in his esti- 
mation, to destroy. He destroyed, and 
no doubt j'ou have read about the ter- 
rible calamities that have come about 
by his powers. His identity was con- 
cealed from the public for many reas 
I am unable to state, but somehow he 
eluded his pursuers. For ten years Ave 
have chased him all over the world, and 
every year he has put one of our best men 
in the grave. It was he who, during that 
sudden thunderstorm in Paris, caused 
lightning bolts made by him to kill five 
hundred people who had gathered in the 
Notre Dame cathedral. He used Eiffel 
Tower for one post and the towers of the 
cathedral for the others. Other exploits 
like this made him a madman. The in- 
telligence department of all nations has 
men hunting him. Now he is dead, 
killed by that power he was so sure he 
could overcome." 

John Jewett. "24. 



I AM five years old, since I was born or 
made in the year 1919. My former 
owner said that I looked like a Rolls- 
Royce, had the speed of a Hudson, flew 



Fliwer 

like an aeroplane: but that was when he 
sold me to my present owner about a 
month ago. 

Two days ago my owner took me out 



14 



THE ARGUENOT 



of the garage for the first ride without the 
man who had taught him to drive. He 
and I were going on a trip to the City of 
Dedham, fifty miles away. 

We started out. The first few miles, 
he drove like a veteran. Then we came 
to the top of a steep hill and he got ner- 
vous. He swerved me from one side of the 
street to the other. I was scared stiff 
and one of my cylinders became petrified 
with fear and refused to work. I went along 
on three cylinders and my heart beat so 
hard that my whole body shook. After 
crawling along a little farther, I gave a 
gasp and stopped. The driver let out a 



"What in the — is the matter with you!" 
and then he began pulling the choker, 
which tickled me and made me cough 
and backfire. Then my heart stopped 
beating. 

After a five-minute rest, he started 
me going again, but I had not forgotten 
the way he had ill-treated me, and I was 
out for revenge. 

I was going along smoothly when I 
heard the noise of a train. I then saw a 
railroad crossing. I rolled onto the tracks 
and stalled. The train struck us. That is 
the reason I am writing this from the 
junkheap. 

Walter Lappin, '26. 



The IR(D)©f°Tree§ of Omf Town 



Come with me to the hilltops, 
And there let us look down 

Upon the shelt'ring fortresses,- 
The roof-trees of our town. 



Above each roof the chimney stands 

A sentinel severe, 
As if to say, "No harm can come 

While I keep watch up here." 



There's every sort and size of roof 

And every color, too, 
From Quaker gray to crimson, 

And some of emerald hue. 



0, roof-trees of our village, 
That keep and guard us well, 

May health and peace and happiness 
Beneath thee ever dwell! 



And when from thee we go away- 
Percbance to gain renown — 

May we e'er look back with 
thoughts 
To the roof-trees of our town! 



tender 



Barbara Howes, '24. 



Tke Mmmorlstt 



A LMOST all of us, at some time or 
■*- *- other in our lives, have been ac- 
quainted with the humorist. Whether 
he is educated or uneducated, rich or poor, 
old or young, he seems to be equally 
popular. 



Most of us have loved and despised 
him. We despise him when he mimics us. 
Then we yearn in desperation for re- 
venge. But what can one do to rid him 
of his tormenting ways? 

If we are in a pessimistic mood he 



THE ARGU] 






disturbs our meditations and scatters 
our earthly troubles to the four winds. 
Soon we find ourselves laughing very 
much against our will. Then we love 
him for he seems to make our life more 
pleasant. 



I 

•he WOr] 

Then, and onl; 

would be ral rt bis 

taunting, 



A Sea Race 



THE S. S. Thomas H. Stevens was 
lying quietly at her dock in Sidney. 
Australia, awaiting orders. The crew 
had undergone a rather hard day's work, 
coaling the ship, and was sleeping peace- 
fully. 

The midnight watch had just begun 
when a messenger rushed onto the 
steamer. When asked what his errand 
was, he handed the mate a sealed envelope 
addressed to Captain Roberts. S. S. 
Thomas H. Stevens. 

The message was brought to the cap- 
tain who was still awake. Upon opening 
the envelope, the captain found a cable- 
gram bearing the following message: 
"Rush to Melbourne, take cargo of wool 
and rush to San Francisco. Best rival 
steamer James Donovan. The contract 
lies between United Woolen Manufac • 
turers and us. James Donovan is run- 
ning for our rival. If you arrive first. 
the contract is ours. Rush!" 

Everybody was called on deck and 
coaling began again under the glare of 
searchlights. Everything was finished 
at seven the following morning and at 
seven-thirty the S. S. Thomas H. Stevens 
set out to sea. 

Arriving in Melbourne. Captain Rob- 
erts found the James Donovan already 
there. Undaunted, he started his crew 
at loading the vessel. 

Exactly ten hours after the James 
Donovan sailed, the Thomas H. Stevens 
set to sea. Further cablegrams to Cap- 



tain 1; must 

shorten hi- - schedule by about 1 

hours if ho was to arrive before the con- 
ference concerning the contracts. He 
must therefore tax the ship to itc 
most. 

They were about a thousand miles out 
of MellxDume. The midnight watch had 
just begun, when the ship seemed to be 
going much more slowly. About two 
o'clock she stopped entirely. The mate 
was ringing violently for full speed when 
the chief engineer appeared. 

"What the devil is the matter? 
claimed the mate. 

"The propeller shaft bearings are over- 
heated. Sir." replied the engineer, "and 
we shall have to wait until they cool off 
before we can go any further." 

"How long will that take?" 

"About four hours." was the engineer's 
reply. 

"Damn!" was all the mate said as the 
engineer returned to the engine room. 

While the "cooling process" was under 
way. all the engineers and stokers were 
busy grinding valves and making other 
minor repairs. This was finished and the 
propeller shaft bearings were cool in about 
three hours and a half and the shi] _ 
under way much to the relief of the cap- 
tain and mate. 

Following the repairs, the engines ran 
to ■" perfection." 

Calculations proved that they were 
about eight hundred miles from San 



16 



THE ARGUENOT 



Francisco and about one hundred and 
fifty miles behind the James Donovan. 

In the wireless room came the following 
message: "S. 0. S., S. 0. S., S. O. S. 
S. S. James Donovan sinking rapidly. 
Lat. — long. — . S. 0. S., S. O. S., S. O. 
S. S. S. James Donovan sinking rapidly. 
Lat. — , long. — S. 0. S." 

The wireless operator rushed to the 
captain with the S. 0. S. call. The 
captain ordered full speed ahead and 
then took his calculations. 

Turning to the operator he said, "Tell 
them we'll be there in five hours." 

At about five-thirty they sighted their 
sinking rival and in about half an hour 
they began the rescue work. The crew 
of the James Donovan had taken to the 
boats but they were safe on 'board the 
Thomas H. Stevens in a few minutes. 

The Thomas H. Stevens got under way 
again and was a few miles from the James 
Donovan when her boilers exploded and 
she sank. 

A few days later the Thomas H. Stevens 
and both crews docked in San Francisco. 
A sample bale of wool was sent to the 
main office of the Australian Woolen 
Company. 

At noon the next day two representa- 



tives of the Australian Woolen Company 
appeared on deck. The crew was as- 
sembled for inspection. The captain in- 
troduced the two men and said that one 
of them wished to speak to the crew. 

"Men," he began, "I wish to congratu- 
late you and your captain on your won- 
derful work. We have secured, with 
your cooperation, the greatest contract in 
our history. As a reward for your work, 
a bonus is to be awarded all the officers 
and crew of the S. S. Thomas H. Stevens 
for their aid in securing the contract. 
Thank you." 

Following this the crew gave vent to 
many cheers for their good old ship and 
the Australian Woolen Company. 

A few minutes later, Captain Moore, 
of the S. S. James Donovan said to Cap- 
tain Roberts, "Congratulations, Captain. 
At one time I thought I had you beaten, 
but I was counting my chickens before 
they were hatched. You won fairly and 
squarely and, thanks to you, my crew and 
I are still living." 

"I thank you, Captain Moore," was 
all that Captain Roberts was able to say. 
He had won, and the once rival crews and 
captains were now content. 

Francis Johnson, '26. 



Luick 



HAVE you ever heard one man who 
is a failure in life, say of another 
who is a success, "Aw, it is just his good 
luck. If I'd a had the chance he did, 
I would have done better, but luck was 
against me." 

What a great mistake that man was 
making. It was not by luck that the 
other fellow succeeded, it was by diligence 
and by perseverance. There is no such 
thing as "luck," unless one might use it 



as a synonym for hard work. It is just 
a lazy man's excuse for failure, to cover 
up his shiftlessness and neglect. 

It is the same way in school life, where 
one person fails and another succeeds. 
The first one would tell you that it was 
because the teachers didn't happen to 
like him, or because he was always called 
on for just the thing he hadn't studied. 
Luck was against him. 

The other would say that he had done 



T II E ARGD E X T 



17 



well because he had worked, hard and lary and instead < ,<k wan 

conscientiously, leaving nothing to mere againsl me," lei 

"luck." "I didnM work hard 

Let us cast this word out of our vocabu- lei u- blame our faflure on "Luck." 



My Thoughts 



Nights are long, 
Days are short; 
100% is an awful lot. 

The paper is good, 
My work is not; 
80% is an awful lot. 



My time is plenty, 

My work ifi not : 

[Jul <)0 r ; i.< quite a lor. 

Latin is hard, 
Recreal ion is not ; 

But -J0 r ; is quite a lot. 



June is here: 

I've only one thought- 

I'll graduate. 

Oh! yes, I will not. 



Clement Riley, 



The Two Thieves 



ONE bright sunny day about noon 
time I saw two thieves approaching 
my home. They came silently down the 
hill disappearing from sight behind the 
barn. After a while they came in view 
again and cautiously peeked around the 
corner of the barn. Then they both 
climbed a near-by elm tree and looked 
around to see that there was no danger. 

Finally, one, who looked the bolder, 
descended from the tree and entered the 
barn through a broken window. The 
other one sat quietly in the tree and kept 
guard. At last the first thief came out 
with as much booty as he could cany. 
As quick as a flash he disappeared down 
into a hollow, returning soon for more. 

Meanwhile his companion came slowly 
down the tree and went into the barn. 
In a short while he came out. This thief 



evidently had heard me as I approached 
with my gun, for he whisked away for the 
woods so fast that he forgot to warn his 
companion. I took a shot at him, but 
did not harm him. 

I waited impatiently for the first thief 
to emerge from the barn. At last he 
came out. He was so loaded down with 
his prize that he dropped some of it. He 
stopped to pick it up. only to drop some 
more. Then from behind a tree, came 
the second thief to help carry away the 
booty. Just when the two thieves were 
busily picking up their treasure. I shot. 
I had aimed well, so I didn't miss them. 
But they both escaped unharmed to the 
woods, because my gun was only a 
camera, and the thieves were two hand- 
some gray squirrels who were stealing 
corn. 

Helex Gottberg. '24. 



18 



THE ARGUENOT 



Beiimg; sua AmmatenF Detective 



I ALWAYS thought I should like to be 
a detective. Why shouldn't I? Any- 
thing mysterious seemed to appeal to me. 
Why couldn't I solve a murder case or 
something equally thrilling? I had actu- 
ally devoured every "Nick Carter" writ- 
ten and I knew just how to get a clue and 
trail the murderer and everything in the 
way of detection of crime. 

Why couldn't I become a famous detec- 
tive like "Nick Carter"? Of course there 
are a few necessities. First, I needed 
a double peaked cap. I couldn't get one, 
so I let that go. Next I needed a re- 
volver; a cap pistol sufficed. I had a 
flashlight and a pocket mirror. What 
should I do about gum-soled shoes? My 
rubbers would serve that purpose. I 
had had experience. Why just yesterday 
my mother had made some doughnuts 
and had hidden them until supper. I 
detected my sister when she was taking 
one and I knew who took the rest of the 
missing four. Now all I needed was a 
mystery to solve, a chance to detect 
something. 

My big brother laughed at me and 
dubbed me "Nick the second." 



My big chance came at last. I went 
picnicing in a forest near our home. My 
sister got lost. I thought the gypsies, 
who were roaming near our home then, 
had abducted her. I would rescue her 
from the gypsies and become famous. 
My name would be on the lips of every 
one. "Nick Carter" would be heard of 
no more. What did I care? The better 
detective always gets the "crook." I ran 
home, got my "revolver," mirror, flash- 
light and rubbers. I started back; they 
would be searching for her in vain. I 
whistled to Bruce to follow me. He 
would find the trail and lead me to the 
gypsies' camp. No one else but a detec- 
tive would think of taking a dog with him 
to trace people. 

When I reached the woods there was 
my sister. She had been near by picking 
flowers. Aw! What good are sisters? 
Couldn't she have stayed lost longer or 
have been abducted? Spoiled my chance 
of becoming a famous detective. 

I am still an "amateur," yet I hope 
some day to rival "Nick Carter" and be- 
come the most famous detective. 

Julius Perlmutter, '26. 



Trials of am Alarmm Clock 



Ticking onward toward the morning, 
Marking time with utmost care, 

Stands the watchman in his corner 
Like the lion in his lair. 



Fall upon your helpless victim, 

Worse than tempest, loud as thunder; 

Wrench him from the depths of slumber; 
Strike his airy dreams asunder. 



Sound the tocsin, 'tis the hour! 

Aye, the very dot is present. 
Burst you out and show your mettle, 

Rouse 3 t oti wretch in no way pleasant. 



Play the tyrant; rage in passion; 

Shriek out orders, piercing, shrill. 
Ha! now cease, we'll see what follows. 

What? Alas, he slumbers still! 

Harriet Gay, '24. 



T II E ARGU E \ OT 






Dumb-bells 



(Wit li apologie to 

r^UMB-BELLS who borrow your 

-■— ' sheet of examples and then lose 
it . . . dumb-bells who rush through 
the corridors and bump into you at the 
corner . . . dumb-bells who are always 
using the wrong stairways . . . dumb- 
bells who seem to think that the middle 
of the line at the lunch counter is the end 
of it . . . dumb-bells who think that just 
because they're athletes, they're the 
"whole show" . . . dumb-bells who are 
always forgetting their written papers . . . 
dumb-bells who, by some malicious act 
of fate, get called on for just the thing 



I lie Y:ik I' 

they i"' idy . . . dumb-belle who 

swipe 

dumb-bells who think thai I 
duck behind the person in fn 
teacher can'1 see them . . . dumb-1 
who study together and disturl 
body else . . . dumb-bells who wear little 
jazz bows and slickum'd hair to school 
. . . dumb-bells who harm out of the 
front windows and mar the beauty of our 
school building . . . dumb bells who 
always late to everything . . . dumb- 
bells who read thi-: . . . dumb-bells who 
don't . . . dumb-bells . . . 

Mary P. Balboni, _" 



The Attack 

With stealthy step and set resolve, 

He followed close behind, 
To pounce upon his victim, when 

The proper time he'd find. 

The time drew near at last, he thought, 

And he did now prepare 
With arms raised high and fingers 
clasped — 

He threatened with a glare. 

But woe, alas! He missed his aim — 

The cage fell to the ground. 
The Prof's attempt to find new kinds 

The cricket thwarted by a bound. 

Bella Fireman, '24. 



Dreams 

I had an inspiration, sometime yesterday, 

To write a poem so wonderful 

That people would stop and say. 

"A High School boy from Norwood High 

A masterpiece has sold — 
A work of art, so beautiful 
That the geniuses of old 
Could not write a better poem 
Than the one that he just sold." 

Read this little dream I had: 
See what dreams will do; 
And if you sleep upon your back. 
You will have them too. 

Maurice Maher, '25. 



Tlirouigli Fire audi Snmoke 



UTjMRE! Fire! Fire!" 

*? The cry rang with startling 
force thru the long corridor, flanked on 
both sides by doors, and penetrated even 
to the most private rooms. 

Frank Sheldon, secretary of the firm 



of Dodge and Wellman. looked up from 
his copying with a start. He glanced 
toward the door marked "Private." ex- 
pecting to see his employer dash forth 
and rush to the old-style safe that stood 
in the corner. 



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THE ARGUENOT 



But instead — Good Lord, was it true! — 
he saw curls of smoke issuing from the 
keyhole and beneath the door. He 
sprang to the door and tried to open it. 
But it was locked. 

"Mr. Dodge!" called Sheldon. No 
answer. 

He called again. Still no answer. Only 
silence, and the curls of smoke floating 
upwards. With a great fear clutching 
at his heart, he stepped back, and with 
all his force hurled himself against the 
door. It shivered and shook, but held 
stoutly. Again he sprang. The door 
still held. But Sheldon was not to be 
denied, and the third time, the door 
struck the floor with a crash, carrying 
Sheldon with it. 

Now the smoke came out in clouds. 
Nothing could be seen. Half-choked, even 
in the brief instant that he had lain on the 
floor, Sheldon groped his way to the 
middle of the room. He could scarcely 
breathe, even with his handkerchief tied 
over his nostrils. He collided with a 
table. Feeling his way around it, he 
found a chair, in which sat the uncon- 
scious form of Mr. Dodge, his head resting 
on the table, hands outstretched. 

Sheldon coughed and choked; the 
objects in the room seemed to whirl and 
dance around him. But he succeeded 
in dragging Mr. Dodge thru the office 
doorway, past the desk he had so recently 
left, and into the outer hall where the 
smoke was not quite so dense. 

A staggering form approached them, 
making for the outer door. When he 
saw the plight of Sheldon, he ap- 
proached, and between them they 
managed to drag Mr. Dodge to safety 
and fresh air. 

It took the firemen at least five minutes 
to revive Mr. Dodge. By this time 
Sheldon was almost completely his normal 
self. As he saw his employer's lips 



moving, he bent down to catch the faint 
words. 

"Get the — books and — records." 
The books and records! Should he 
risk his life for them? The firemen could 
get them. True, but would they enter 
one office of twenty, hunt around for 
papers, when a fire was raging? It was 
doubtful, improbable. Besides, they 
could not open the safe, unless they blew 
it open. The saving of the papers was, 
then, up to him. 

Before the officials could interfere, he 
had sprung thru the open door and up the 
smoky stairway. Then he felt his way 
down the corridor. The fifth door to the 
left! He mustn't miss it! Ah! Here 
was the first. He walked onward, passed 
the second, the third, and the fourth. 
The distance between the doors became 
longer. He continued on his way, now 
leaning against the wall for support. 
Would the fifth door never come? Ah! 
Here it was! He dropped to his knees, 
crawled thru the open door. The safe! 
That was what he wanted! Once there, 
the rest would be easy. He was trusted 
with the combination. Where was the 
safe? Oh, yes, he was kneeling right 
beside it. In a mement he had swung 
open the heavy door. Reaching in, he 
pulled out the cash box, books, records 
and drawings. Then he began his tor- 
tuous journey back again. Flames were 
beginning to crawl like fiery serpents up 
the walls and over the furniture. But he 
was safe now. He stumbled, fell on his 
face, but clung to his precious burden. 
Not so safe, if he broke his neck, he re- 
flected, grimly. 

Here were the stairs. It wouldn't do 
to fall down these. He descended cau- 
tiously, not wishing to step on air when 
he thought he was stepping on wood. As 
he stepped on the last stair, and felt the 
cool, fresh wind brush his cheek, he 



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heaved a sigh of relief. Now it was no1 
torture to breathe. 

He staggered into the street, wa 
sounded and supported by admiring on- 
lookers, and felt his seemingly two-ton 
burden taken from him. Then, blank- 
ness . . . 

Twenty-four hours later, Mr. Dodge 
and Wellrnan were ushered into Sheldon's 
home. 

"How are you?" asked Mr. Dodge. 



"Fini ." answi red Sheld< 
"Thai '- good/ 1 said Mr. 1 1 

brave conducl Mr. Wellrnan 

and I have, with your jx-n. 
to change the name of our firm. H 
forth ii will be Dodge, Wellrnan, and 
Sheldon. \)<> you agn 

"Do [?" wae all Sheldon said, but it 
was enough. 

Joseph Mo< 



With Ccomplimeelts to Al 



It was a rabid janitor 

And he stopped one of three, 
"By thy sinewy arm and glary eye, 

Now wherefore stop'st thou me? 

The classroom door is opened wide 

And I am due within; 
The bell has rung and work's begun, 

Why may not I begin?" 



He held me by tin- arm -■> 

"There are some Bcraps," quoth he, 

"Of paper on the window .-ill." 
His fiery eye pierced me. 

I said I knew not what they were 
And tried hard not to scream, 

But he melted 'neath my very gaze 
And I woke — 'twas but a dream. 
Kathkrixi: Devens. '24. 



A Defense of {the American Boy of the Present Day 



THE other evening as I was reading 
a magazine of well established 
standard, I came upon an article entitled 
"The American Boy of Yester Years," 
and after I had read the article, I realized 
that the author did not approve of the 
boys of the present day. He outlined 
the characteristics of father when he was 
young and those of the boys of today or 
the "Cake Eaters"; he summarized the 
good traits of father and heartily disap- 
proved of our young men. According to 
him I discovered that there wasn't a 
single doubtful male character in years 
gone by. 

I do not think it is fair to take the 
"Lounge Lizards" and other similar 



types of "Slickum Boys." for the model 
to exhibit as the type of present day 
American manhood. There ; s always 
the exception to every rule and I might 
venture to say that, even in mother's day. 
there were "Finale Hoppers" and "Friscoe 
Kids"; for history repeats itself. 

The term "boy" is never applied to any 
of the male species who are doubtful as 
to whether they are real American boys- 
they are always referred to by one oi the 
above mentioned names. The word "boy" 
means a fellow who is red blooded. He 
is never afraid of a little work whether it 
takes him into school, gym or shop. He 
is always polite, cleanly and neatly 
dressed. He c;oes into everything that 



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THE ARGUENOT 



he takes up with the three "v's" of vim, 
vigor and vitality. He is never cheap nor 
unmanly in any way. I am glad to say 
that there are a great many real American 



boys in our High School and we number 
no "Cracker Hounds" or "Lobby Loiter- 
ers." 

Alice Russell. 



Dream Prophecy 



ELLEN GOODNOW, a spinster of 
Salem whose only fault was a vio- 
lent temper, stood at a window of her 
tiny cabin and stared with increasing 
horror while the house of her nearest 
neighbor was burning rapidly to the 
ground. Her horror was not prompted 
by sjmipathy, for in her heart she firmly 
believed that cruel Master Grenville 
deserved to have his house burned down, 
but because of a singular coincidence. 
Ellen felt that she, innocent as she was, 
would be directly concerned by the calam- 
ity and pitilessly accused of bringing this 
evil upon her esteemed neighbor. 

It was in that dark period of Salem's 
history when no person could be involved 
in such a crime as this, or, indeed, by an 
event of much smaller consequence, 
without incurring the suspicion among his 
fellow colonists that he had entered into 
pernicious league with the Evil One. 
Thus Ellen had reason to fear the out- 
come of the fire, for that same morning, 
in an argument over a matter of rent with 
Richard Grenville, with whom she had 
long been on bitter terms, she had given 
way to a fit of anger and spite, and had 
thoughtlessly uttered a mild curse upon 
her enemy. She had expressed with in- 
creasing passion all her resentment at 
his unjust dealings with her, and capped 
the climax by announcing that if his 
house, which he had enriched by the 
exorbitant rent exacted from her poor 
dwelling, should burn, as she wished it 
might before they saw another day, she 
should be infinitely glad. 



For this reason, Ellen was not surprised 
when Master Grenville appeared at her 
door on the following morning. She 
admitted him with a feeble greeting and 
faced him with as much courage as was 
possible with the image of the gallows 
as clear to her mind as the features of her 
visitor. 

"Mistress Ellen," he began with a 
sneering tone, "I have often suspected 
it and now it is quite apparent that you 
exercise a certain malignant influence 
over your neighbors." 

"Master Grenville, I deny it!" cried 
Ellen angered by his cool enjoyment in 
tormenting her. 

"And it also appears," he continued, 
ignoring her distress, "that you possess 
a most peculiar gift of prophecy, since 
you had so accurate a presentiment of my 
coming misfortune. Now, I might have 
you exposed this very day, perhaps exe- 
cuted; but it has occurred to me that I 
should like to know more of my future 
which is so clear to your mind and so 
supple to your fancy. If you will fulfill 
my request and favor me with the prom- 
ise of prosperity, I will deal more leni- 
ently with you." 

Ellen lost all courage as she heard the 
one impossible alternative of death. 
She sank upon a couch and looked about 
desperately for some suggestion for aid. 
Her eyes fell upon a black cushion beside 
her, the onty one she owned, and" in- 
stantly a scheme formed in her mind. 

She rose with the pillow in her hands 
and addressed Master Grenville, who 



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now waited in a state of suppre 
citement. "Master Grenville, I cannol 
say outright what (lie future hold 
store for you, but I now imparl whatever 
knowledge and power I possess to this 
pillow. Take it, and sleep upon it to- 
night, and you shall have a dream signifi- 
cant of the future." 

The awe-stricken man seized the pillow 
and departed without a word. 

That night, under the spell of Mor- 
pheus, Richard Grenville was strolling 
leisurely in a busy street of London. It 
was warm and pleasant, and an unoccu- 
pied bench in a nearby park invited him 
to pause and rest for a few minutes. As 
he was about to fall into a delightful 
snooze, he had a sudden desire to know 
what time it was. He consulted his 
watch and was greatly disturbed to find 
that it had stopped. He had made an 
important appointment for that morning 
and the possibility that it might be later 
than he suspected caused him some 
anxiety. Then he remembered the trusty 
clock of Westminster Tower, and turned 
his eyes in that direction, only to find 
his view rudely obstructed by a line of 
lofty furniture vans. He stood up and 
looked about; he was the only loiterer 
in the park and the same blockade which 
had held up the traffic prevented him 
from crossing the street. 

In his confusion the dignified Master 
Grenville could think of no better remedy 
than to jump upon the bench and crane 
his neck to the breaking point. It was 
not enough ; he steadied himself by grasp- 
ing a friendly lamp post and mounted the 
back of the bench from which only the 
very peak of the tower could be seen. 
The next moment he amazed a gathering 
crowd of pedestrians by climbing assidu- 
ously to the top of the post, and then, 
panting breathlessly as he clung to his 
perch, he beheld the face of the clock. 

But though his eyes were fastened upon 



tli'- dial, be rn the 

loo of the hand light 

struck the fa '.right 

silver, like a shining I 
tnpletely dazzled I 
by turning to glittering gold. 
of the clock 

guinea, which I egan to slidi 
a beam of lighl toward hie 
hand. 

Such was the momento 
Richard ( trenville. I! .re ho 

could grasp the glittering di.-k, bul ). 
only to close his «•■ 
approaching in all its glory. 

The dream a lemed only absurd and 
meaningless to the practical M 
Grenville, until the memoi y of the irre- 
sistible vision finally led his thoughts into 
unblazed paths of fancy. After a ; 
of deep meditation he saw clearly the 
significance of every detail. He Bhould 
some day reside in London, th< 
of the Parliamentary buildings 
that. Moreover, Parliament and the 
pressing engagement pointed t<> other 
bright possibilities. As for the ridiculous 
episode of the bench and lamp post, they 
meant that he should attain - . 
rise from his present state of insignifi 
to a position of eminence and 
wealth. 

On the same daw Ellen Goodnow 
overjoyed to hear that Richard Grenville 
had departed unexpectedly for England, 
and had given to her. "with kind remem- 
brance." what remained of his property. 
The nature oi his dream was a im - 
to her. but she firmly believed thereafter 
that her Mack pillow had actually 
formed a miracle. Whether or not Rich- 
ard Grenville's dream came true does 
not concern us here; be it sufficient to say 
that it brought Ellen peace and comfort 
and sent him on a wild guinea chase to 
the Old World. 

Harriet Gay. "24. 



24 



THE ARGUEXOT 



Keeping an Eye Out 



TWO very small feet hung over the 
edge of the piazza one bright, 
spring morning, and two very earnest 
brown eyes were gazing at a pile of pen- 
nies on the piazza floor. Freddie was 
busy counting the contents of his savings 
bank. Later. Sam. the hired man. came 
up the garden walk. 

"Hello, Master Fred! What are you 
up to now?"'' he asked. 

"I'm counting my money," answered 
Freddie. 

"Oh, that's it. Well, you'll be rich 
yet, if you keep an eye out," said the 
hired man, passing on. 

Freddie paused amoment in his counting, 
hesitated, and then called. ''Say, Sam. what 
do you mean by "keeping an eye out'?'' 

"Just what I said." replied Sam. stop- 
ping to answer. "If you want to get 
rich, you'll have to keep an eye out." 
Then he went on toward the barn. 

Freddie looked after him until he dis- 
appeared from sight, then he turned to his 
pennies again. 

"Don't see how that's going to make 
any difference," he murmured. "If I 
had an eye out. I don't see how I could 
get rich, anyway; and besides, I know a 
blind man and he's real poor." 

He didn't understand it, but then Sam 
had said he must "keep an eye out" if he 
wished to become rich, and whatever 
Sam said must certainly be true. He 
tried to think out this new way of gaining 
wealth, but it was of no use. The more 
he thought, the more strange and mys- 
terious the subject grew. 

He gathered up his pennies and put 
them in his bank, and then trudged away 
to the barn to talk the matter over with 
Sam. But Sam wasn't there and after 
looking for him awhile, Freddie returned 
to the house. 



"If only papa" — here he started sud- 
denly. "Why not go to papa?" Freddie's 
mind was instantly made up and in a 
moment he passed out of the gate. 

He had gone several blocks when, in 
riuning a corner, he came to a man sitting 
by some steps. The man had a bandage 
over one eye, and was evidently beg- 
ging- 

At last Freddie had learned what he 
wished to know; he felt sure this must be 
the road to fortune which Sam had in 
mind; and he walked slowly on, thinking 
what he had best do under the circum- 
stances. 

"Guess I'll tie something over one eye 
just like that man. I'll get rich too," 
he murmured. 

It was some time before he found a 
place to suit him, but finally he sat down 
on some steps in front of a fine house. 
He took out his handkerchief, tied it 
over one eye, as nearly like the beggar- 
man as he could, and placed his cap be- 
side him. He was ready for business. 

But somehow riches didn't pour in as 
fast as he had hoped. People passed by 
without noticing him and Fred began to 
get discouraged. 

Later, however, three ladies came 
along and seeing such a little fellow beg- 
ging, they each dropped a nickel into 
his cap. 

"I'm just glad I came," said Fred. 
"I'll get rich before night." 

But alas! Freddie quickly came to 
grief. The ladies had left him but a few 
minutes when three rough-looking boys 
came walking toward him . 

"What ye doin' here?" said one. 

"I'm keeping an eye out," said Freddie. 

"Ho, just hear him!" shouted the 
rough boy. 

He gave Freddie a push, and the others 



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snatched the money from his cap, theo .ill 
three ran away and left him. 

Poor Freddie! He was all l.ut heart- 
broken. The great tears filled his eyea 
and without a word he got down from 
the steps and walked on until he came t<> 
his father's store. 

"What is the matter?" asked his 
father as soon as he saw him. 

"Sam said I must have one eye out. and 



three 
sobbed Fred. 

It wa& some torn 
understand th 
he laughed heartily. 

"Well, FVed, doi 

it." he -aid at la-r. 1 
meant that in moi 

always be on the watch 

th'- right thing -it the right n: 

I >OROTHY THOU] 



Columbus 

The teachers said the world was square, 

But little Cris, he did not care; 
The teachers, they were in despair. 
When Cris threw back his long black hair 
And said without a break or tear. 
"Sometime to-day. go to the docks 
And see the ships out by the rocks 
Come sailing up without a stop. 



The mast you know, first comes in sight, 
The spars, the deck, the ships all bright. 
Come creeping up just like the night — 
You watch and see if I'm not right." 



He sailed three months or a [guess 
Before his ships they stoppt 

On an island somewhere n< W< -' 

And took : ssess □ before the 



Twenty years, and to Spain he went 
To see the king, a noble gent. 
He saw the king and his voyage he bent 
To the west to find the Occident. 



A nation now by far the best 
Has men whose brains are wondrous. 
But they cannot beat the man we know 
As the founder, Christopher Columbo. 
Maurice Mahkb 21 




26 



THE ARGUENOT 



Ol/NIORAIGto 



(Cedric the Saxon 



THE Saxon domestics were standing 
by the table in readiness to serve 
their master during the evening meal; 
they were whispering noisily together. 
Suddenly the door opened and Cedric 
appeared. 

The simplicity of his manner and the 
sternness of his face held these uncouth 
Saxons in awe. 

Cedric was a majestic man of sixty 
summers. His yellow hair, as yet un- 
touched by silver, hung over his broad 



and powerful shoulders. Beneath his 
shaggy brows were piercing blue eyes, 
cold and shrewd. His features were as 
if carved from marble, so fine, open and 
frank were they. His teeth, like ivory, 
shone from a mouth hard and bitter, for 
at this moment he was angry. Being a 
Saxon his temper was fiery. 

These characteristics of Cedric were 
those of his race, for as yet the culture 
of the Normans had not been infused into 
Saxon society. 

Doris Webber, '27. 



[y Story of Hike (Civic Fire 



ON Tuesday, February 26, in Room 
206, a class was struggling with 
some French work when a boy entered 
with a notice which said "Indoor recess. 
Keep the pupils right where they are." 

"Well," said Miss MacNamara, "I 
wonder why they want me to keep you 
here." No sooner had she spoken than 
Mr. Allen walked into the room and 
calmly said : 

"I suppose you would like to look on." 
Of course we should, but what could it 
possibly be that we were going to look 
at? As we were going down the corri- 
dor, I said, "Oh, I suppose it is another 



dirigible passing over." It was an en- 
tirely wrong supposition, for as we came 
to the window, a large blaze greeted us 
very warmly indeed. It was hard to 
comprehend that our beloved Civic 
building was burning. Exclamations 
were heard on all sides, such as, "Oh, 
dear, no Dedham game. I wonder if 
Everett Hall will be damaged." We 
Avatched eagerly every move the firemen 
made, hoping that they could prevent the 
flames from reaching Everett Hall. The 
fire was centrally located and it had a 
fine chance to spread both ways. Mean- 
while the High School boys had been 



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taking out all the furniture and the 
firemen were diligently fighting the flames. 
It seemed as if the whole town had come 
to witness the scene. Soon, to our greal 
joy, the flames died down, but tin; fire- 
men were still on the alert to keep it 
from spreading. 

Just then we heard a step in the corridor 
and Miss Vose's unmistakable voice said, 
"All right people, Mr. Allen said that 
you might go over now." 



You can w.-ii im . 

tunc in w-Uihir our v. 

on tli<- scene. We tiding 

and tried to find out I 
had been done, but .-, firei i out. 

"Gel out of tfie way, thi 1 we 

certainly did 

The fii<' was almost out then and the 
excitement had died down, and so we 
decided to get our books and go hoi 
Ruth M. 1 1 



Don't study when you're tired, 
Don't study when you're blue, 
Don't study when you're lazy 
Or have something else to do. 



Don't study in the daytime, 
Don't study in the night, 
But study every other time 
With all your main and mig 

Marguerite Sheehan. 



^Hoinnie Sweet Home" 



tt^TOT one inch o' this house can I 
■*■ ? call my own," grumbled Pa. 
"No, not one single spot. All over the 
place they's coats, hats, women's trap- 
pin's, an' everyone's things but mine. 
Even if I put my tobaccy pouch an' pipe 
on the stove, et's not there when I want 
it. I ask ma where she put it, an' she 
says, sweet's sugar, 'Why, pa, in your 
cabinet.' I guess 'twas made for a 
plumber, that cabinet. I never see sech 
a thing! An' whoever thought o' settin' 
it in the dining room! Ma said 'twas 
warmer there an' better for my rheu- 
matics. Huh! I want my truck down 
cellar where it's handy. When I comes 
home at night to set down an' read the 



paper, they ain't one place in th<' house 

but what's bein' used. An' then when I 
goes out on the stool by the kitchen 
stove, or down collar to read. Ma she 
says, 'Why. pa, why don't you come up 
here in the sittin' room an* set by this 
nice gas heater?' It's one o' them new 
fangled things Elsie gave us for Christinas. 
None o' that stuff for mo. an' anyhow if I 
did want to sot there, they'd lie nothin" 
but crickets to sot on. I — " 

A voice above. "Pa! oh pa! what 
makes you set down in the cellar grumblin' 
so? Come up here, where it's .varm. by 
the gas heater." 

"Huh! not much 1 won't." 

Jam: Waldheim. OB. 



We know Fireman believes that man Miss Abbott: " 'History repeats itself, 

came from a monkey, but it was really Is that true. Riley?" 

too much when he said, "The man picked Riley: "No, we haven't had another 

up his paw." civil war yet." 



THE ARGl'EXOT 



The Looking Gla§? 

IF anyone is looking for the reason for 
9G mueh tardiness, he should center 
his suspicions on the looking glass. 
Some boys look to see if they have curled 
their hair too much, while others endeavor 
:; see whether they have used too much 
water or Slickuni. But the girls! They 
stand before the mirror fully three times 
as long as the boys, wondering whether 
the powder is evenly distributed on their 
noses and whether the rouge is on the 
right spot. Then passing final judgment 
that they are about all right, they linger 
to ask themselves if the boys will admire 
them as much as they admire themselves. 
They give their hair a few pats and — 
Bang! the last bell rings and there is a 
scampering of feet and a banging of doors. 
About five minutes later — (they have to 
get up their courage, you know) a long 
line of hushed culprits creep into the 
principal's office with the excuse that 
they did not start in time. Yes! they 
didn't start in time as we all know. But 
what is the reason for their delay? The 
looking glass! 

Fhaxcis Geaxahax. 



"If" 

^Vhat would happen if: 

Home lessons grew shorter. 

Vat ition lasted the whole year round. 

Tony Montesano grew two inches. 

Lucy Leiberman had not prepared her 
^ssizls. 

Charles Coughlin came to school on 
time. 

Betty Walker spoke so she could be 
heard. 

Rose Perlmutter raised her hand. 

Ruth Davis forgot her home work. 

Marguerite Rorke grew. 

Tonev got excited. 



Betty Blunienkranz said. *T don't 
know." 

Eleanor Nichols cleaned her desk. 

Cassion took his books home. 

Marguerite Johnson whispered during 
second period. 

Dan Callahan studied too hard. 

I don't know. 



A City Street at >»oon 

PEOPLE were pouring in a steady 
stream from even* direction. Stores 
and office buildings were emptied in less 
time than it takes to tell it. Automobiles 
and trucks "were rushing and lumbering 
up and down the street, horns tooting, 
brakes screaming and the engines making 
a hum that could be heard above the din. 
Business men were going to their lunches, 
some hurrying as if they hadn't a second 
to spare: others were walking leisurely 
along whistling as if they hadn't a care 
in the world. Now a person could be 
seen running in the street to make better 
time. Newspaper boys were lustily yel- 
ling their wares. A knot of office girls 
would stop to gaze at an article in a store 
window and temporarily hold back the 
indignant crowd. 

Guxxae Mattsox. 



-.2—Z.1SSS.—22 



RENAISSANCE is derived from a 
word which means re-birth. 

In the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries 
the Turks banished all the great European 
scholars from Constantinople where they 
were congregated. All through the years 
they were migrating to Italy which was 
the art center of the civilized world. 

Europe was at this time emerging from 
the feudal system of government . People 
were eager to be enlightened in the lost 
arte 



Til E ARGUE N OT 






The great scholars of Europe a1 this 
time spread their knowledge of Latin 

and Greek. Erasmus, a man of Dutch 
descent, introduced Greek more widely 

into England. Colet, of French ana 
taught people in matters of religion, while 
Sir Thomas More labored ardently in 
matters of literature. 

From Italy the great scholars widely 
spread their knowledge, until the whole of 
western Europe was affected. 

Leonardo da Vinci now produced his 
great works of music, sculpture, and 
painting along with man}' others. 

Nations of Europe before this period 
were slowly degenerating into almost 
inevitable ruin, but the might}' effects 
of the Renaissance started them on to 
the road of prosperity. 

Dax O'Coxxell. 9A. 



Winter Sports 

From winter we get many joys. 
Sports in plenty for girls and boys. 
Skating, skiing and coasting it brings 
"Winch make our joyous voices ring. 

Skiing is sometimes tried by all. 
But few get by without a fall. 
Skating brings joy to many sad hearts 
And sometimes a happy romance starts. 

Coasting gives us red-blooded fun. 
It would last always but for the sun. 
But of all these sports taken together, 
I think skating wins by the weight of 
feather. 

Edmi'XD Caixe. '27. 



A Pupil Writing a Com= 

THE pupil, being told he is to write a 
composition, groans and then 
snatches up a pencil and piece of paper. 
After thinking for five or ten minutes. 



tapping lii- pf-wil 

After a . . 

vigorously ch< 
write- anothei 

'ip to draw; t 

of paper. 

Suddenly a thoujc 

_ - writing for all He 

-Top- and after adding 
tences, ends the coi 
sigh of relief. 

27 



Washing Dishes 

The only thing at home 
That ever 

Is washing up the dishes 
'When the folks have finish . 

The old folks sit and chatter 
O'er the topics of the day: 
But. I must wash the dish - 
And then put them all away. 

I hear some merry laughter 
Through the open parlor door. 
The dishes don't decrease a bit — 
In fact. I think there's more. 

When I think that all is done, 
And I hurry toward the door, 
I find 'tis nearly supper time. 
And then there'll be some more. 
Barbara Fl 



The Alarm Clock 

The Alarm Clock is near the bed, 
About three feet from the side of my 

head. 
And every morning he cries with a 

"R— R— Rii _ 
"You better get up. you lazy thing!" 
Joseph Br> 



30 



THE ARGUENOT 




3^, n-?-B- -'** 



Norwood — Waltham 

In the second game of the season Nor- 
wood encountered Waltham at Waltham 
and completely baffled their opponents 
by fast pass- work and accurate shooting. 
Drummey did a good evening's work, 
most of Norwood's baskets being a result 
of his plays. 

Norwood 33 — Everett 6 
At Everett Hall, Norwood completely 
out-classed Coach Brickley's boys from 
Everett. At no time did Everett threaten. 
During the course of the game Coach 
Murray sent in all the subs. Stanton 
Slavin and Hoddie Spierdowis showed up 
well for the short time they played. 

Norwood 19— Franklin 11 

This game was more evenly contested 
than the score would indicate. Franklin 
played a very strong defensive game, 
their five men defense stopping the local 
boys from rolling up a big score. Bean 
played a very fine game for Franklin, 
scoring most of their points. Karshis 
for Norwood excelled in all departments. 

Reading 23— Norwood 22 

At Reading Norwood lost the first game 

of the year but the score shows that they 

were not outclassed to any great extent. 

As Reading has never lost a contest on 



their home floor as long as their oldest 
inhabitant can recollect, the score does 
not reflect on the ability of the local 
boys. Every man on the Reading team 
was capable of caging a basket from 
almost any position on the floor. Against 
a center who was much larger than he, 
Dower played a game which has seldom 
been equalled. 

Norwood 27 — Milton 18 

The quintet from Milton put up a good 
game but could not fathom the Norwood 
defense. 

Norwood 30— Walpole 10 

This game had all the prospects of a 
close contest during the first half, but as 
the game progressed, the pass-work of 
"Benny" Murray's boys began to func- 
tion, therefore — result. 

Norwood 7 — Dedham 6 

No, this wasn't a baseball game, as 
might be surmised from the score. Both 
fives being keyed up for the battle played 
very cagey basket ball. Although some- 
what hampered by the small floor space, 
the game was a thriller. Walton and 
Collins put up a remarkable game for 
Dedham, although it might be said that 
no single player featured. As the gruel- 
ling contest terminated, the Norwood 
enthusiasts breathed a sigh of relief. 



THE ARG1 EN 01 






Norwood 32 Waltham 7 

Both Geary and Berkland played in 

this game and their good work could not 
go without sonic, mention. 

Norwood 33— Reading 22 
The local boys demonstrated clearly 
that they did not intend to be defeated 
twice by the hands of the same team. 
MacLean featured for Norwood with his 
spectacular shooting. 

Norwood 17— Franklin 16 

By caging numerous baskets, sometimes 

over half the length of the floor, Franklin 

managed to gain 16 points. Franklin 

led Norwood at the end of the first half. 



The Trip to New Jersey 

We left Norwood Central station on the 
train for Providence. (I think it must 
have been the same train that Captain 
Armitage rode on a few weeks ago.) 
The train was quite fast — going down 
hill. We arrived there without accident; 
the train was also with us when we came 
into the station. 

After a short wait of half an hour, we 
took an electric car to the Colonial Line 
wharf. While on the car, Stanton Slavin 
distributed gum to some of us fellows, oh 
boy! I guess he wanted us to stick to- 
gether. This we did O.K. 

We boarded the ship, ate our supper, 
emptied the sugar bowls, and settled 
down for the night or tried to do so. 
Some of the boys wrote a few post-cards 
before retiring. "Hot-tie" used up all 
the ink, also all the cards — they were 
free. 

I was aroused in the morning by the 
sound of music. On entering the dining- 
room, I found that the fellows were en- 
tertaining with soup. 

We arrived in New York at about ten 
o'clock and went at once to the Hotel 



we ate and then : 
Park, X. .!. 

The gan lock, 

Ridgefield Park p< 
machine. We seemed I 
half, obtai During 

'•ond half the con 
keen. ' Mick 
quarters the length of thel 
longest ever made then field's 

superior pass-work enal !• I thi m I 
30 to L9. 

\'<>t having any other p] 
went back to New York, which i- 
near ( Jlifton, X. J. That night m 
very little of the city, sini • 
bed at aboul half-] asl ten. 

\\ e arose next morning at n 
after eating, saw New York by 
a Fifth Avenue bus. Following thi< brief 
inspection of the metropolis, we returned 

to the hotel. That al'triii" • - f the 

fellows looked down on New York. 
They were a1 the top of the Wooh 
Building. They said that ti 
barely see Boston from their position; 
some of them couldn't - it. 

Saturday night we played Clifton in 
the Passaic armory, in Pi a X. .1. 
The Clifton five, in contrast to the 
players of Ridgefield Park, were small, 
but like Ridgefield, they were extremely 
fast. As ilo most n\ the teams i: 
Jersey, they used short, quick pass - 
This method o( playing was first 
extensively by the champion Pass 
High team. Clifton, figuratively speak- 
ing, swept us oft' our feet during th< 
half, and seemed to drop in baskets from 
all parts oi the floor. The work o\ Bed- 
narcik and Bondinell, the two Clifton 
forwards, was noticeable. Despite a rally 
in the last half, we could do no better, 
and the score when the concluding whistle 
blew was 20 to 15. 



32 



THE ARGUENOT 



After this defeat, we decided to go 
home. This decision was strengthened 
by the fact that we didn't have anything 
to say about it. 

We imprisoned ourselves on the one 
o'clock Pullman for Providence. 

The blank space denotes a period in 
which I was in a coma. 

We were put off at Providence. Before 



taking the train to Norwood, we did the 
thing which is a custom that man has ob- 
served down thru the ages; in simple 
language, — we ate. 

Once on the train, we relaxed and 
began to feel at home. We knew this 
train would take us back to Norwood, 
eventually. It came up to all expecta- 
tions, bringing us back into Norwood 
Central at nine o'clock Sunday morning. 



FOREIGN LANGUAGE DEPARTMENT 



Un Plat Casse 

Sally se sentait ce jour la, plus pares- 
seuse que d'ordinaire mais malgre cela sa 
mere l'appela pour laver la vaisselle. 

"Sally, vas-tu rester tout le jour dans 
cette chaise de Morris? Leve-toi et lave 
la vaisselle," cria-t-elle. 

"Tres bien," repondit Sally, en bail- 
lant. "Ma foi, il y a des choses qui me font 
fachee," se dit-elle. 

Une heure plus tard, Sally se mit en 
route pour la cuisine mais sans beaucoup 
d'enthousiasme. Une demi-heure apres 
sa mere entendit un terrible patatras. 

"Mon Dieu, qu'est-ce qui est arrive 
dans la cuisine?" Quand elle courut 
pour se mettre au courant elle trouva 
Sally debout, les yeux a demi fermes, 
devant un plat a fruit casse. 

"Oh mon meilleur plat a fruit de cristal 
taille," s'ecria-t-elle. "Est-ce la tout 
ce que tu as fait depuis que tu es entree 
dans la cuisine?" 

"Je n'y pouvais rien," dit Sally, "je le 
nettoyais et il m'a glisse des mains!" 

Quand la mere regardait la vaisselle 
elle trouva que Sally n'avait lave que 
cinq plats et qu'elle etait en train de les 
essuj^er tout couverts de savon. Apres 
avoir gronde Sally (qui s'y attendait) elle 
dit, "J'etais folle, bien entendu, de te 



permettre de faire quelque chose pour moi. 
Va-t-en avant que tu me donnes un par- 
oxysme!" 

"Voila ce qu'elle dit toujours," se dit 
Sally, "mais elle me fait laver cette vais- 
selle odieuse tout de meme," et elle re- 
tourna a sa chaise de Morris bien-aimee. 
Congetta Flower, '25. 



L'auteur inconnu de Beowulf ne fut 
pas natif d'Angleterre et par consequent 
le premier de la longue ligne des poetes 
anglais, c'est Caedmon. Bede, un his- 
torien saxon, nous raconte une jolie his- 
toire de la maniere dans laquelle Caedmon 
devint poete. 

Son age etait bien avance et il ne savait 
rien de l'art de poesie. Aux banquets 
de ces jours tout le monde chantait tour a 
tour pour amuser les autres hotes, mais 
Caedmon quittait toujours la table avant 
qu'on lui eut donne la harpe. Un soir, 
suivant son coutume, il quitta la salle et 
alia a l'ecurie oil il se coucha apres avoir 
soigne les chevaux. Pendant qu'il dor- 
mait, une vision lui apparut qui dit, 
"Caedmon, chante-moi un chanson." 

"Je ne peux pas chanter," repondit-il. 

"Cependent," fut la reponse, "il faut 
que tu chante pour moi." 



T UK AlifiT KXDT 






"Soit," dit Caedrnon, "qu'esfc-ce que 
je chanterai?" 

"Chante de la creation de I'univers" 
r^pliqua l'autre. 

La-dessus Caedrnon composa des vers 
qu'il rappela encore quand il s'eVeilla. 
Les habitants du monastere et l'abbesse 
Hilda en entendant de son reve crurenl 
que la grace de Dieu fut tombe sur lui et 
ils l'inviterent a devenir un motne e1 d 
devouer son temps a ecrire de la po£sie. 
George Taylor, '25. 



presque iroii lee sold \i» en "Id 
chant dans l< 

Alii e M. P 



Allons, enfants de la patrie 
Le jour de gloire est arrive, 
Contre nous de la tyrannie 
L'etendard sanglant est leve, 
L'etendard sanglant est leve, 
Entendez-vous dans vos campagnes 
Mugir des feroces soldats? 
lis viennent j usque dans vos bras 
Egorger vos fils, vos compagnes! . . . 
Aux armes, citoyens! formez vos batail- 
lons! 

Marchons, marchons! 
Qu'un sang impur abreuve nos sillons! 

C'etait l'autre soir qu'un jeune soldat 
me disait ce que l'armee americaine 
pensait de la chanson nationale de France 
quand ils etaient en France pendant la 
Grande Guerre. II dit que cela leur 
donnait la vie et ils se sentirent 100' ] 
mieux apres l'avoir entendu chanter et 
apres l'avoir chante eux-memes. 

Tres souvent nous avons ce que nous 
appellons une "soiree de musique" chez 
nous, et nous avons toutes sortes de 
musique, les nouvelles et les anciennes. 
Mais la chanson que nous ainions le 
mieux est la "Marseillaise" quand mon 
grand-pere la chante. II est un tres 
vieil homme et quand sa voix retentit, 

— Marchons, marchons! — vous pouvez 



La Premier Jour de PSc 
a l'ecole de Dan 

II devait 6tre le p 
, ; i L'ecole de dana Ei 
chaque garc,orj et chaque fille aO 
l'ecole de danse, n --ur quel- 

que raison m'e'tait jamais 
vant. 

II 6tait un garcon, qui avail i 
haut el gr&le. Les garcons 
paraissent bien grands el i*>]i~. 
fillcsaussi paraissenl grandesel coqu 

Pierre avail fait .-a b 
coup de soin cette apres-midi parce qu'il 
voulait faire Bon d£but agreable. 

Bientot tout 6tait prepaid • I 
avecsamere est monte*sur lavoitui 
s'etait aii rt ('• devant la p 

En dix minutes ils B'arrfitaient : 
la grande maison ou Mile. Florett 
nait des lecons de dans 

Quand Pierre et s son! 

dans la maison, Pierre remarque plusieurs 
garcons et filles assis deux a deux dans 
la salle attenante. 

"Bon jour, Madame/' dit Mile. I 
ette quaml elle reconnait Pierre 
mere a la porte de la salle. 
habits dans cette salle. s'il vous plait." 
Elle indique une salle au travers 
vestibule et elle y suit ses h6i/ - 

Alors, elle les remenait au travers du 
vestibule, au salon. Quand ils entraiont 
dans le salon, tons les enfants se levaient. 
Elle les sourirait agreablement et elle 
dit — 

"Enfants, ce garcon est M. Pierre 
Donelle. 11 est un nouveau mem: 
not re classe. Maintenant," elle a ajoute. 
"si chacun est ici, nous commencerons. 
Choisissez vos danseuses et dansei deux 



34 



THE ARGUE NOT 



ou trois danses avant nous commen- 
cerons notre lecon pour aujourd'hui." 

Ch'aque garcon se leve et il dansait 
avec la fille qui etait pres de lui, mais il 
n'y avait pas une danseuse pour Pierre. 
II ne sourirait qu'a sa maitresse et s'assit, 
il veillait les danseurs. La seconde 
danse prouvait la menie chose; Pierre 
n'etait pas assez vite en choisissant sa 
danseuse avant les autres garcons. 

Bientot ZNIlle. Florette disait que les 
enfants fonnent une ligne et elle les in- 
struirait des nouveaux pas. Pierre dan- 
sait alors parce qu'il n'a pas besoin d'une 
danseuse. Mais quand Mile. Florette 
disait que chaque garcon devait danser 
avec la fille a gauche, parce que Pierre 
etait a la fin de la ligne, il avait danse avec 
sa maitresse. 

Pauvre garcon! II trebuchait dans les 
pas, essayant la suivre. 

Apres les enfants apprenaient la 
nouvelle danse, ils choissaient encore leurs 
danseuses. 

Pierre se precipitait a la premiere fille 
qu'il remarque demandant qu'elle danse 
avec lui. 

Pauve Pierre! C'etait la seule danse 
qu'il avait eu quand Mile. Florette disait 
qu'il etait l'heure d'aller a la maison! 

Pierre se rappele seulement une bonne 
chose de son premier jour a l'ecole de 
danse — que, cette fille qui dansait avec 
lui, lui disait qu'il dansait tres bien! 

E. Gillilaxd. 



Despues de las Vacaciones 

Vd. se despierta muy temprano en la 
manana, y descansando recostado, piensa 
de lo que vd. hara hay. Parece hacer 
mucho frio y vd. decide a patinar. . . . 

Pronto una voz a la puerta dice — ! 
Xina, tenga prisa, son las siete, y vd. 
tiene que ir a escuela hoy! — Escuela — a 
este palabra vd. da un salto de la cama, 



se veste, come la almuerzo en un grande 
traga y sale por escuela a todo corren. 

Las calles estan cubiertas con hielo y 
vd. piensa con tristeza del pequeho lago 
brilliante en el sol como vidrio. 

Vd. llega a escuela y arroja en la sala 
al mismo tiempo que suena la campana las 
ocho. 

Vd. tiene un periodo de estudio pri- 
meno, y en este periodo estudia algo de 
las lecciones que habia resueltos hacer 
durante las vacaciones. Suena la cam- 
pana y vd. pasa a la clase de historia. 
Se sienta vd. y mira por la ventana. Se 
duelen los ojos con un deslumbramiento 
de hielo. Vd. vuelve a pensar del 
pequeno lago de hielo. Entonces piensa 
de dos noches pasadas, cuando vd. habia 
patinado hasta que las piernas no podian 
mas, ... a la baile de anoche. . . . 

Pero la maestra hace volver el pre- 
sente con una voz tan frio que vd. tiembla. 
— Bien, senorita, cuando vd. ha dormido 
un poco, quiere que vd. me .conteste. — 
Vd. vuelve con un salto a la clase, encon- 
trar que toda la clase mira a vd. y con- 
testa, despues de mucha hesitacion, a la 
pregunta de la maestra. 

Todo el dia pasa como esto, a que vd. 
quiera que no existen las vacaciones. 
Pero al acabar el dia comprende que las 
vacaciones solamente vienen de vez en 
cuando, que le hacer tan exitado, y que 
si eran el caso de todas las dias, vd. no 
les gustarian. Despues de todo, vd. 
piensa, es una cosa muy buena que 
vienen las vacaciones tan raramente. 
Barbara Howes, '24. 



Yo he pensado mucho en lo que cree 
nuestra clase de espanol en invenciones. 
Muchas personas creen que lo que es, es, 
y todo el tiempo sera lo mismo. Pero 
eso no es la verdad, porque muchas cosas 



TH E AROl l. NOT 






pueden cambiar, y mucha po a i 
puedon ser inventados. Posiblemente 
Vds. creen que nosotros estamoe en el 
estado mas alto de civilizaci6n. 8i Vds. 
creen esto, no fcienen raz6n, porque, en 
algunos miles anos de ahora, la gente de 
aquel tiempo nos miraran como aosotroe 
miran a la gente de algunos miles aftofi ha. 

Cuando Orville Wright y su hermano, 
hace veinte anos, inventaron e] primer 
aeroplano, que permaneci6 en el aire para 
un minuto, la gente dijeron que si el 
aeroplano del futuro permanecerf.i en 
el aire para cinco minutos, eso serfa todo. 
Ahora los aeroplanos permanecen en el 
aire para dias. 

Cuando el primer automovil fue in- 
ventado el movio a la velocidad de diez 
millas por hora. La gente, a aquel 
tiempo, dijeron que el automovil del 
futuro no podria mover mas rapidamente 
que veinte millas por hora. Vds. saben 



que algun 

a la vclorida'l d< 

^ 'i e«pcro '. . 

trataran hacei lo i 

para invencioi - elloa ha 

elmundo, 

< >. J 

EI Invierno 

Laa dfas son mu; 
Laa noches son miry larg 
La oieve ea en la I terra 
El inviei qui. 

Me gusta el invi( 
Para muchas muchas 
ycuando yo veo la primera nil 
Mi corazon es 1! 
Fb 



ALUMNI CONTRIBUTIONS 
A Moral Lay 



Tom Brewer had a little still 
Which caused him oft to be quite ill. 
For fear the law would stop his sale, 
And put him up a while in jail. 

He also had a little plan, 
For which he bought a Ford sedan, 
And every day he ventured off 
To quench a thirst or cure a cough. 

Meanwhile his still would cook a brew 
To which much mirth and joy was due: 
This Tom would can and keep in stock. 
Concealed below, behind a lock. 

One day poor Tom was out of luck. 
His car was stalled foot-deep in muck, 
And when 'twas freed, to his dismay, 
His cellar key had gone astray. 



So Tom wen! home with gi 
And all alone raised quite a din. 
He tried the cellar door in vain. 
But 'twould not budge a single grain. 

All night he heard peculiaj s 
Sent forth from hot complex-compi 
He could not sleep for fear that Fate 
Had doomed his still, his life, si 

In his surmise he was con 

At mom the whole domain 1 s ked — 

The house, the home, of diver- - 
Was blown indeed to smithereens. 

Tom's head and arms and one poo' g 
Had found abode in an empty keg. 
His spirit found a warmer clime. 
Thus ends a tale quite oftentime. 

ilia A. ECKHi : 



36 



THE ARGUENOT 



I waken drowsy from compelling sleep, 
Soft cloudy dreams before my vision fleet. 
I grasp for them. Alas, they go too soon 
And leave me groping, as though reaching 
for the moon. 

In snatches they return to me and haunt 
me through the day ; 



Why are the spring styles like live 
wire? 

Because they are shocking. 



The moment I remember them they 

swiftly flit away. 
I would I had a magic net to catch them 

ere they go 
And magic power with which to waft it 

to and fro. 

Cecilia A. Eckholm. 



Why is "The Arguenot" like a girl? 
Because everyone should have his own 
instead of borrowing the other fellow's. 



HISTORY DEPARTMENT 



A 



xeeiKB ©n 



>rosidlway 



Characters: Mr. Jones, a banker. 
Sylvius, an ancient shepherd. 

Time: 1924. 

Place: Broadway, New York. 

Mr. Jones drives up in his "Baby 
Lincoln" and causes the sheep of Sylvius 
to disperse. 

Sylvius. Look at what thou hast done, 
good sir. Thine "invisible power mon- 
ster" has caused my master's sheep to 
scatter. 

Mr. Jones. Well, as far as I can see 
you have no right to be tending your 
master's flocks on Broadway. 

Sylvius. I am sure that I have a 
perfect right to care for them in the 
market place. 

Mr. Jones. To tell the truth, I do not 
know what you mean. But have you 
heard of the rise in stock dividends to- 
day? 

Sylvius. My good man, my master 
hath only a few head left, and methinks 
he hath not the least intention of dividing 
his stock with you or any of your men. 

Mr. Jones. I do wish you would 



understand what I ask you. I should 
like to explain, but it would not do you 
any good. Oh, you are so backward! 
Well, good-bye, sir; I have to go to see 
how the boys on Wall Street are getting 
along. (Mr. Jones steps on his self- 
starter, blows his horn, and disappears. 
Sylvius stares in awe.) 

Just as Mr. Jones leaves, an aeroplane 
mail carrier goes by overhead, and acci- 
dentally drops a bag of mail which falls 
in front of Sylvius, again scattering his 
flock. 

Sylvius. By my troth, methinks this 
world will sometime realize its foolishness. 
Now I cannot even go into the woods to 
hunt when I wish. City life is terrible 
nowadays. The roaring traffic keeps one 
awake half of the night, and the milk- 
men prevent one from taking a good rest 
in the morning. But there is nothing 
I can do about it now. I must hurry for 
it is getting. late and my master will be 
angry. 

Exit Sylvius and his flock. 

Anna Weisul, '26. 



T II I. A I: (I i I. N OT 






The Aftermath of War 



DTD you ever read the la rl i i e of 
"The Battle Hymn of the Re- 
public"? It says towards the end \\- 
He died to make men holy le1 us 'lie- 
to make men free." The purpose of 
every war is to have freedom and liberty, 
but when this goal is ait ained, is it always 
kept? Freedom is practically indefinable. 
Everyone is entitled to his own inter- 
pretation. The word "liberty" brings 
to mind many things. It gives one the 
privilege to live his own life in his own 
way just so long as he does not infringe 
upon the rights of others. It means free- 
dom of speech and of the press. After 
all, is this not a goal worth attaining and 
worth keeping after it is attained? 

What are the conditions after any 
war? Civil strife, unemployment, fam- 
ines and strikes are often common fea- 
tures. In this confusion people forget 
the object of the war, and conditions, 
therefore, are worse than ever. If every- 
one is thinking of self, there cannot be 
universal content. 



Stop and compai 
Are tl 
( lonsider the ( r. il W 
War. In oip 

.(• th<- Union and m 
insure world pi <■• I 
by unemployment high 

cos! of living and strikos. I ><> - 
ditione ma feeling i g • Bow- 

ship in the nation? 

( Gradually , to I"- sure, tl • 
maj be altered; bu( when 'Ik- country 
is back to normal living condil 
again, another war breaks oul 
again the same conditio! 
aftermath of war. 

Everybody has sugf 
in order thai things may be ch 
the better, bu1 as yet the problem 
solved. Shall we go on having 
conditions, or is someone u r "i: - 
cover a means whereby there shall be no 
wars and the aftermath of WS 
exist? 

Gertrude I 24. 




School Actirv 



At one of the January assemblies. 
Captain Armitage of Clark University 
addressed the High School. He spoke of 
the need of earnest workers today to 



take the places of the many who were 
lost in the War. He urged all the students 
to take advantage oi a college education 
in preparation for professional or business 



38 



THE ARGUE NOT 



positions. Captain Armitage was ap- 
plauded with much enthusiasm and the 
school expressed the hope that he will 
visit Norwood again. 

At the following assembly, Mr. Cory 
of Burdett College, who has twice before 
spoken here on "Remembering" and 
"Thinking," gave a most interesting talk 
on "The Imagination." He explained 
the importance of having an active im- 



agination in developing one's mental 
powers, and gave instances of when it 
may be put to excellent use. 

Because of the damage done to the 
Civic Association by the recent fire, the 
assemblies and the activities of the 
musical organizations have been sus- 
pended for a short period. Definite ar- 
rangements for future meetings have not 
been made. 



Again our class has received the small 
end of the lucky stick, this time because of 
the fire. On account of this catastrophe 
the Senior Play has been postponed until 
the first or second week after Lent. 

But regardless of this calamity, credit 
must be given to the class for the decided 
improvement in the sale of tickets. On 
the first day of returns only 350 had been 
sold, but after a little pushing by Mr. 
Grant, the members sold over 1000 
tickets. In the time taken up by the 
postponement of the play, we expect the 
remaining four hundred to be sold, in- 
suring the cast of a full house for both 
nights. 

The play as far as the cast is concerned 
was ready to be presented, for in the last 
two weeks of rehearsals, a marked im- 
provement was noticed on the part of 
each member of the cast. 

In the matter of class tax, our class 
needs all the boosting it can get. This 
year we have made a very poor showing 
in our payments. Do you, class of '24, 
want to graduate without any honor 
whatsoever, without a banquet after- 
wards and with a name that other classes 
will like to eradicate from the annals of 
Norwood High School, but will find im- 
possible to do, or do you want to graduate 
with honors, with the usual senior ac- 



civities and with a name that the other 
classes will look up to and cherish as 
their ideal? Think it over and then 
make up your mind to pay or not to pay. 



Senior Jokes 

Heard at Senior Play Rehearsal — 
McDonough (assuming a stealthy at- 
titude) : "Here's where I kill two stones 

with one bird." 

* * * 

Tony's latest song hit is "Where is My 
Wandering Boy Tonight?" 

Bud's is "Drifting Back to Dream- 
land." 

Look out, Juniors, or your straw hats 

will be too small for you this summer! 

* * * 

It would be a surprise to know, 

As evidence is unfolding, 
Why some girls don't penalize 

A basket ball fellow for holding. 

* * * 

Junior: "Does your watch tell time?" 
Senior: "No. You have to look at it." 

% $fi % 

Miss Gow: "If a farmer sells one 
thousand bushels of wheat for $1.75 a 
bushel, what will he get?" 

Karshis: "A Ford." 



THE AIM, i EN01 

Charlie: "My girl is some chemi '"There if stil] 01 

Lindsay: "Quite a mixer, eh?" ear." 
Charlie: "No, not exactly. But when Garage Workm 

I take her out my gold and silver turns to you everything I 

copper." ,:,,. except brail 

* * * Jeff: "And it'- bard to tell 

Jeff (having trouble with his car): haven't got." 



Jemilor Class Notes 



Again the Junior Class has stinted 
something! 

The Quest Club! 

This is how it all came about : — 

Miss Gow and many others thought 
it a shame to live so near a city like Boston 
and lose so many cultural opportunities 
thru lack of initiative. They felt that 
if pupils were kept posted on all the 
concerts, symphonies, operas, forums, 
exhibits, and so forth, they would be 
much more apt to attend them. 

So a meeting of the Junior Class 
officers and executive committee was 
called. This plan was put before them: 
To form a club of which pupils of the 
Senior High School might be members 
and which would have for its purpose 
the broadening of the education in our 
school. The Junior Class representatives 
agreed unanimously that such a club 
would be decidedly attractive, beneficial 
and convenient, and resolved that it 
should be formed, then and there. 

But a name for the club! A name! 
Certainly they wanted the best available. 
A contest was announced in which the 
whole school took part. The person 
submitting the name considered best 
by the board of directors of the club 
(i.e. the Junior Class officers and executive 
and school faculty) would be awarded a 
two-pound box of Page and Shaw's! 
The name chosen was the "Quest Club." 
The lucky winner was Miss Theresa 



Welsh. She aid i aubn I the 

names which received honorable 

tion — "Innocents Abroad." 

very generous with I 

much to the joy of non-winners of the 

contest . 

The club members are to be called the 
"Questers"- very appropri 

ing that they are in search 

heavens, new fields, new B< 

verse signifying the aim of tho club 

asserts. 

Already members of the club havi 
joyed trips to Boston, properly cl 
oned (for members »>t" the faculty ag 
to chaperone any party at any tin. 
their own expense . Galsworthy's play 
"Justice" was witnessed. < i:illi Curci's 
marvelous voice was enjoye i by bj 
group of pupils. A weekly bulletin will 
be posted, and more trips planned as 
opportunities are offered. 

By-laws of the club are being drawn up 
at present, and the officers 
James Pendergast has been chosen chair- 
man, and three secretaries, one from 
each class, are yet to be voted upon. 
Each class will be represented by two 
people besides their secretary, thus having 
a total o\' three officers in the dub. In 
this way the club will become a - 
affair, instead o\ the class society it is 
thought to be. Take advantage oi this 
organization and go with fellow Questers 
to see and hear something worth while. 



40 



THE ARGUENOT 



Junior Jokes 

1st Flapper (on seeing postman): 
"Mail, mail! I want some mail!" 

2nd Ditto: "Yes, I like a real he-man, 
too. The feminine ones are so sickening." 

* * * 

Translation: "The perspiration flew 

down his face." 

* * * 

"When asked whether the moon was 
useful (as economic goods) someone 
answered "yes." We wonder how? 
Some people find it a bother. 



Ever heard of die dammit equilibrium? 

The chemistry class has. 

* * * 

Miss Abbott : "What is watered stock?" 

Pupil: "Cows at the watering trough." 

* * * 

Mr. Smith (after explaining attraction 
of molecules) : "Now tell me, what would 
three pairs equal?" 

Voice: "Two triplets." 

* * * 

O'Neil (defining sub-ordination) : "Oh, 
it's a sentence with the back where the 
front should be." 



Sophomore 



Well! We have done it. We've im- 
proved the class standing in scholarship 
four and a half per cent after hanging 
to the same low mark for six or eight 
weeks. If we can do that after hibernat- 
ing for half the school year, what can we 
not do now we're awake and the spring 
fever is creeping into our bones? Let's 
go way ahead of the other classes. We 
can do it, too. 

Everyone who went to the class party 
must have had a good time. Look at all 
the things that helped towards a good 
time. Attractive decorations, good mu- 
sic furnished by an orchestra of students, 
novel games, exhibition dancing by 
Sophomores, and a reading by another 
"wise fool" — all were excellent, and last, 
but a long, long way from least, the 
wonderful "eats." 

But we have had sadness as well as 
good times. Miss Thelma May, a popu- 
lar member of our class, a good student as 
well as an active worker in the social ac- 
tivities, passed away at her home on 
Nichols Street on the morning of Febru- 
ary 25, after a very short illness from 
pneumonia. She was very well liked by 



all who knew her, and she will be missed 
particularly by the members of her class. 



Jokes 

Mr. Smith (to Biology class) : "Bacteria 
multiply very fast. If they multiply too 
fast, you must get a doctor. If still 

faster, you need an undertaker." 

* * * 

1st Southern Boy: "John Potts is a 
very mischievous boy." 

2nd Southern Boy: "I s'pose he comes 

by it naturally; his father raises cane." 

* * * 

"I see Ed has a new coat." 

"Yes, he's the treasurer of our class." 

* * * 

Stevens to Miss Elliott: "I can't come 
back this afternoon." 

Miss Elliott: "Why not?" 

Stevens: "Because I've got a date with 

Miss Wilson." 

* * * 

Teacher: "What does the word 'meagre' 
mean? Do you know?" 
Pupil: "Not much!" 
Teacher: "Correct." 



Til I. A i: G i I. N 01 



n 



Alumni Neww 



The class of 1921 is stepping right 
along! Mary Murphy, Wiiford and 
Cushman Fairbanks have deserted the 
ranks of the Business Girls nod Bachelors 
recently. Cushman thinks there's no 
place like Northampton, while Mary 
would have nothing less than Palm 
Beach! Best wishes of the Alumni! 

It took nearly three years for someone 
to follow Caroline's example (still speak- 
ing of '21) but let's hope we won't have 
to wait three more. Well, who is next? 

Will some kind-hearted people who 
know any interesting red-haired girls 
(not necessarily bobbed) please send 
their names and addresses to Benny 
Wenzel? 

Miah Coughlin, '18, is establishing his 
reputation as an expert coffee maker. 
He is always looking for unusual recipes. 

In commenting upon the Civic fire 
the other day, some one mentioned how 
much this would be felt by some of the 
alumni who were formerly Norwood High 
Athletes. Indeed, there are very few 
graduates who do not feel this loss keenly, 
as the Civic and the school were so veiy 
closely connected, and that place has 
countless happy associations. There is 
no doubt at all but that the entire alumni 
as a body and individually will do every- 
thing possible to help in putting the Civic 
back stronger than ever before. 

"Butch" Thompson doesn't exactly 
believe in hobbies; so perhaps "outside 
activities" would be a better term for his 
recent interest in architectural and land- 
scape gardening plans. He has some 
very novel ideas along these lines, too. 
By the way, "Butch" would be very 
grateful to anyone who will send him a 
few of last year's seed catalogues not in 
use. 

Mary Dowdie, '22, is receiving the 



classmafc 

Martie Callagl 
ition and 
th<- Norwood Lodge m hi* 

leaving for P 
training. 

The S. 8. S. $ 
very pretty dancii - 
last week. 

The following piece tal tho 

"Neponsel Review" will be of u 
a <£tvat number of - 

Lake Neponset Winter Carnival 

.Many Bird A: Son and Hoi b 
& Voso employe* " the 

week end at a winter carnival held at 
Lake Neponset, and enjoyed the numer- 
ous winter sports, including th< 
of skate dancing on tin- moonlil i< 

One of the most interesting featui 
the carnival was the interpretive - 
dancing exhibition of Mr. and M 
Mortimer MacGuff, a well known 
couple. 

Of the numerous sporting - held, 

Mr. Bert Anderson of U. &. V. won the 
ski-jumping contest, his officially I 
ured distance being from here to there 

and then 9 ime. 

Walt Murphy of Northeastern t'n. - 
ity won the figure-skating contest over a 
large field. The five-mile ski race, which 
was won by John "Speed" Sullivan. 
formerly oi 11. & V., was closely cont - 
by George Jones, unattached. 

Several 11. & V. debutantes put 
a little skit entitled. "On the Hack Porch," 
accompanied by George Colp. 

At the conclusion of the varii s s 
and announcements, several young ladies 
from the Bird & Son office led the grand 



42 



THE ARGUENOT 



march of merrymakers to the Hotel 
Berkshire dining hall, where they served 
a dainty lunch topped off with de- 
licious coffee flavored with clear cut 
tobacco. 

The rich, enticing music of the Hotel 
Berkshire orchestra lured many of the 



fair ladies and their escorts back to the 
moonlit ice, there to enjoy dancing until 
a late hour. In the small hours of the 
morning the party broke up with the 
assurance from the management that 
many similar parties would be forth- 
coming. 



We are delighted to observe that our 
exchange column is constantly increasing 
and we hope that it may continue to do 
so. All criticisms, both favorable or to 
the contrary, will be gladly received. 

We have received magazines from the 
following publications during the past 
months and we thank them heartily: 

"The Beacon," Gloucester, Mass. 

"The Ateneo Monthly," Philippine Is- 
lands. 

"The Imp," Brighton, Mass. 

"The Mirror," Dedham, Mass. 

"The Chronicle," Hartford, Conn. 

"The Alpha," New Bedford, Mass. 

"Oak Leaves," Oak Grove Seminary, 
Vassalboro, Maine. 

"The Mirror," Waltham, Mass. 

"The Item," Dorchester, Mass. 

"The Tripod," Roxbury Latin School, 
Boston, Mass. 

"The Unquity Echo," Milton, Mass. 

"The Bulletin," Watertown, Mass. 

"The Tauntonian," Taunton, Mass. 

"The Newtonite," Newton, Mass. 

"The Broadcast," Jamaica Plain, Mass. 

"The Spectator," Chicopee, Mass. 

"The Tatler," Buena Vista, Virginia. 

"The Echo," Winthrop, Mass. 

"The Oracle," Englewood, New Jersey. 

"The Garnet," Richmond, Maine. 

"The Sagamore," Brookline, Mass. 



COMMENTS ON OUR ARGUENOT 

Despite the fact that your exchange 
department is distinctly A. W. O. L., we 
are impressed by your magazine because 
of the superior quality of your Literary 
Department. — "The Imp," Brighton, 
Mass. 

We certainly enjoy our neighbor from 
Norwood. Your Foreign Language De- 
partment is developed in an original 
way. We hope to start one soon. — "The 
Mirror," Dedham, Mass. 

The Literary Department certainly 
had many good stories. Your Language 
Department was well developed. — "The 
Unquity Echo," Milton, Mass. 

Large and interesting Literary De- 
partment. — "The Bulletin," Watertown, 

Mass. 

One of the most extensive and well 
developed Literary Departments we have 
read is the one in the "Arguenot." In all 
sincereity we can say that yours is one 
of our best exchanges. We hope to see 
a few cartoons and a mention of the 
"Item" in your exchange. — "The Item," 
Dorchester, Mass. 

A magazine showing the cooperation of 
the student body. We especially enjoyed 
your Literary Department. — "The Saga- 
more," Brookline, Mass. 



TH E ARG1 ENOT 






ARGUENOT ON OUR COMMI 

"The Bulletin," Watertown. The cut 

heading your athletic news is fine and 
the athletic notes are written in an inter- 
esting manner. "How Shakespeare'd 
Have to do it To-day" and "Observations 
of a Movie Fan" were very clever. 

"The Unquity Echo/' Milton.— The 
cover design of your winter issue seemed 
to us quite novel and appropriate. Your 
jokes are good and the Exchange Column 
is a "welcome change from the ordinary. 

"The Tripod," Roxbury Latin School. 
— "The Observer" is an attractive feature 
of your paper, and your table of contents 
in the January issue is both striking and 
original. 

"The Item," Dorchester.— A "live" 
paper, having some excellent stories. 
"Oh, Teacher, Spare that Test!" was 
clever and amusing. 

"The Mirror," Waltham. — A very in- 
teresting paper with departments well 
balanced. The cartoons and the cut 
heading "Class Notes" were excellent. 

"Oak Leaves," Vassalboro, Maine. — 
You may well be proud of your large, 
well-arranged magazine. If we were dis- 
posed to be envious, we would certainly 
envy your Exchange Department, which 
is the largest and finest we have seen. 

"The Alpha," New Bedford.— Your 
poetry and jokes are fine but we think 
your editorials might increase in quantity. 

"The Chronicle," Hartford.— Your 
paper is one of the best on our exchange 
list. Your stones are fine; we liked "It 
Happened at Christmas" and "Two New 
Words a Week" particularly. 

"The Mirror," Dedham. — Your paper 
is complete in every detail. The cut 
heading you class notes is appropriate and 
the editorial "Criticism" appealed to us. 

"The Imp," Brighton.— A fine little 
paper with good stories. Your Exchange 



Column, U narj', but 

we failed I Ja; where 

are tfa 

"The Ueneo M 
enjoy reading 
glad to learn from u. ten ac- 

count of it, that 
"Macbeti 

was an exceUenl editorial Doea 
paper arw 
ment? 

"The Beacon/' I 
attractive cover design adds much to 
your fine mag impressed 

particularly by the excellent jokes which 
your paper always contaii 
we think thai .:> the 

January issue. 

"The Satraiiion-," okline.— We 

found your paper most iin The 

Current Events Column .should : 
invaluable to students; we think "The R 
Column" and '•College Clippings 
very amusing. 

"The Broadcast," Jamaica Plain. Wc 
like your paper more each time ■ 
a new issue. "Too Much (ilmst" i - 

fine story and "El ntrics" w 

and amusing. 

"The Tauntonian." Taunton— I 
time we receive your paper we lot 
"Humorous Hank" who always s jus- 
tice to his name. Your editorials were 
particularly interesting, especially "Wl J 
Stay in School?" 

"The Tatler," Buena Vista. Ya — A 
"great" little paper. "Only Acorns" and 
"Do Unto Others as You Would 
Them Do Unto You" were fine editorials, 
but where were your stori 

"The Garnet," Richmond, Maine.— A 
paper with departments well balanced, 
The Athletic Notes were well writti 
the cuts impressed us favorably. We 
notice, however, that your : 
Column is missing. 



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IIAUKIN- BLOCK 



818 Washington -*i.. 






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G. M. C. 
TRUCKS 



Norwood Buick Com pa my 



TELEPHONE 0181 



FLAHERTY'S ••• MEN'S ••• SHOP 

HATS JKD CAPS 

Latest Styles and Colors for Spring. Just glance at my window an irself. 



Mew and Complete Line of Spring Shirts 



FOLAN BLOCK 



644 WASHINGTON STR 



NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY DAY SCHOOL 
OF BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION 

Confers B. B. A. Degres in Finance, Retailing. Marketing. Accounting, Sales Manage- 
ment, Industrial Management, Merchandising. 

Surveys of commercial and industrial plants. Conferences with prominent executives. 
Careful educational and vocational guidance. 

Open to graduates of Norwood High School without entrance examinations, and to 
those offering 15 units, upon recommendation of the Headmaster or Superintendent. 

On request the business manager will send you the Day School " Bulletin" throughout 
the year. 

Address: TURNER F. GAINER. Dean 

School of Business Administration, Northeastern I Diversity 

Boston [17] Mass. 



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Compliments of 

I. T. SNOW 



THE 
DOHERTY SHOE STORE 

Shoes for the entire family 
GOOD SHOES GOOD SERVICE 

NORWOOD STORE 

Opposite Lepper's Garage 



Get your suit case for the next round trip 
to Clifton, N. J. 



BIGELOW FURNITURE COMPANY 

700 Washington Street Norwood 

DIRECTLY OPPOSITE THE BANK 



JUST RIGHT TAILORING CO. 

High Grade Custom Tailors for Ladies and Gents 



Cleaning, Dyeing, Remodelling of All Kinds of Garments 



CHARLES KRAVETZ 



FOR SERVICE CALL 0064-W 

LOUIS GOLDSTEIN 



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Norwood Clothing Company 

GENE SULLIVAN, Pi 
HEADQl \\>\ EH - FOR 

MORSE MADK CLOTHING I \I<IT.P I ND] RWEAR 

LAMSON & HUBBARD HATS 

Sanborn Block 



PIANO SUPPLY COMPANY 

NORWOOD. MASSACHUSETTS 



Films for Y^our Camera 

FREDERIC P. BROOKS 

The Rexall Store .'. .*. .*. NORWOOD 



Compliments of 

Balfour s Bakery 

Washington Street .'. ,\ NORWOOD 



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GOVE ELECTRIC CO. 

Everything Electrical 



COMPLIMENTS OF 

MEANDER'S LU^ICH 



THEODORE ROOSEVELT Said: 



«T?XTRAVAGANCE rots character; train youth 



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away from it. If you would be sure that you 
are beginning right, begin to save." .... 



We urge you to make regular use of the stamp machines. 
Make saving a habit — save something each week. 

Norwood Trust Company 

NORWOOD, MASSACHUSETTS 



BRUNSWICK 

PHONOGRAPHS AND 

RECORDS 

SewiDg Machines and Supplies 

E. C. CLARK 



3 Cottage Street 



Norwood 



DON'T THROW AWAY 

Your old safety razor blades 
Have them Willardized at 

D. LANDRY'S 

714 WASHINGTON ST. 



Price 40 Cents 
a Dozen 



Satisfaction 
Guaranteed 



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